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The WON- 

ByL.Fro.i\k Bb.i/iw 

WitK Pictiyre^ by 

W.W. DeiVvSlow. 


Folk lore, legends, myths and fairy tales have fol- 
lowed childhood through the ages, for every healthy 
youngster has a wholesome and instinctive love for stories 
fantastic, marvelous and manifestly unreal. The winged 
fairies of Grimm and Andersen have brought more happi- 
ness to childish hearts than all other human creations. 

Yet the old-time fairy tale, having served for genera- 
tions, may now be classed as "historical" in the children's 
library; for the time has come for a series of newer "won- 
der tales" in which the stereotyped genie, dwarf and fairy 
are eliminated, together with all the horrible and blood- 
curdling incident devised by their authors to point a 
fearsome moral to each tale. Modern education includes 
morality; therefore the modern child 
seeks only entertainment in its wonder- 
tales and gladly dispenses with all dis- 
agreeable incident. 

Having this thought in mind, the 
story of 'The Wonderful Wizard of 
Oz" was written solely to pleasure 
children of today. It aspires to being 
a modernized fairy tale, in which the 
wonderment and joy are retained and the 
heart-aches and nightmares are left out. 

L. Frank Baum. 

Chicago, April, 1900. 

Co|3yrigKt 1899 
By L.FrcvrvkBkiyfw 
arvd W. W.Deixslow. 
Kt5 reserved 


CHAPTER I. The Cyclone. 

CHAPTER II. The Council with The Munchkins. 

CHAPTER III. How Dorothy Saved the Scarecrow. 

CHAPTER IV. The Road Through the Forest. 

CHAPTER v. The Rescue of the Tin Woodman. 
CHAPTER VI. The Cowardly Lion. 

CHAPTER VII. The Journey to The Great Oz. 

CHAPTER VIIL The Deadly Poppy Field. 
CHAPTER IX. The Queen of the Field Mice. 
CHAPTER X. The Guardian of the Gates. 
CHAPTER XI. The Wonderful Emerald City 

of Oz. 
CHAPTER XII. The Search for the Wicked 

CHAPTER XIII How the Four were Reunited. 

CHAPTER XIV. The Winged Monkeys. 
CHAPTER XV. The Discovery of Oz 

the Terrible. 
CHAPTER XVI. The Magic Art of the 

Great Humbug. 
CHAPTER XVII. How the Balloon was 

CHAPTER XVIII. Away to the South. 
CHAPTER XIX. Attacked by the Fighting Trees. 
CHAPTER XX. The Dainty China Country. 

CHAPTER XXL The Lion Becomes the King 
of Beasts. 
CHAPTER XXII. The Country of the Quadlings. 

CHAPTER XXIIL The Good Witch grants Dorothy's Wish. 


This book is dedicated to nry 
. ^ood /fiend (^comrade. 



CKb^pter I. 
TKe Cyclorve 


the midst of the 
great Kansas 
^ ^3fr prairies, with Uncle Henry, 

^ J? who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was 

the farmer's wife. Their house was small, 
for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon 
many miles. There were four walls, a floor 
and a roof, which made one room; and this 
room contained a rusty looking cooking 
stove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, 
three or four chairs, and the beds. Uncle 



Henry and Aunt Em had a big- bed in one corner, and 
Dorothy a Httle bed in another corner. There was no gar- 
ret at all, and no cellar except a small hole, dug in the 
ground, called a cyclone cellar, where the family could go 
in case one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty 
enough to crush any building in its path. It was reached 
by a trap-door in the middle of the floor, from which a 
ladder led down into the small, dark hole. 

When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked 
around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie 
on every side. Not a tree nor a house broke the broad 
sweep of flat country that reached the edge of the sky in 
all directions. The sun had baked the plowed land into a 
gray mass, with little cracks running through it. Even the 
grass was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of 
the long blades until they were the same gray color to be 
seen everywhere. Once the house had been painted, but 
the sun blistered the paint and the rains washed it away, 
and now the house was as dull and gray as every- 
thing else. 

When Aunt Em came there to live she was a young, 
pretty wife. The sun and wind had changed her, too. 
They had taken the sparkle from her eyes and left them a 
sober gray; they had taken the red from her cheeks and 
lips, and they were gray also. She was thin and gaunt, 
and never smiled, now. When Dorothy, who was an 
orphan, first came to her, Aunt Em had been so startled 

" She aiufjld Toto hy the edv. 



by the child's laughter that she would scream and press 
her hand upon her heart whenever Dorothy's merry voice 
reached her ears; and she still looked at the little g-irl with 
wonder that she could find anything to laugh at. 

Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from 
morning till night and did not know what joy was. He 
was gray also, from his long beard to his rough boots, and 
he looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke. 

It w^as Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her 
from growing as gray as her other surroundings. 
Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, ][ \\ 

with long, silky hair and small black _ ^ J%i^ 

eyes that twinkled merrily on either side 
of his funny, wee nose. Toto played all 
day long, and Dorothy played with him, 
and loved him dearly. 

To-day, however, they were not 
playing. Uncle Henry sat upon the 
door-step and looked anxi- 
ously at the sky, which was 
even grayer than usual. Dor- 
othy stood in the door with 
Toto in her arms, and looked 
at the sky too. Aunt Em was 
washing the dishes. 

From the far 
north they heard a 



low wail on the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could 
see where the long- grass bowed in waves before the 
coming storm. There now came a sharp whistling in 
the air from the south, and as they turned their eyes that 
way they saw ripples in the grass coming from that 
direction also. 

Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up. 

"There's a cyclone coming, Em," he called to his 
wife; " I'll go look after the stock." Then he ran toward 
the sheds where the cows and horses were kept. 

Aunt Em dropped her work and came to the door. 
One glance told her of the danger close at hand. 

" Quick, Dorothy! " she screamed; "run for the cellar! " 

Toto jumped out of Dorothy's arms and hid under the 
bed, and the girl started to get him. Aunt Em, badly 
frightened, threw open the trap-door in the floor and 
climbed down the ladder into the small, dark hole. Doro- 
thy caught Toto at last, and started to follow her aunt. 
When she was half way across the room there came a great 
shriek from the wind, and the house shook so hard that 
she lost her footing and sat down suddenly upon the floor. 

A strange thing then happened. 

The house whirled around two or three times and 
rose slowly through the air. Dorothy felt as if she were 
going up in a balloon. 

The north and south winds met where the house 
stood, and made it the exact center of the cyclone. In the 


middle of a cyclone the air is generally still, but the great 
pressure of the wind on every side of the house raised it up 
higher and higher, until it was at the very top of the cyclone; 
and there it remained and was carried miles and miles 
away as easily as you could carry a feather. 

It was very dark, and the wind howled horribly 
around her, but Dorothy found she was riding quite easily. 
After the first few whirls around, and one other time when 
the house tipped badly, she felt as if she were being rocked 
gently, like a baby in a cradle. 

Toto did not like it. He ran about the room, now 
here, now there, barking loudly; but Dorothy sat quite 
still on the floor and waited to see what would happen. 

Once Toto got too near the open trap-door, and fell in; 
and at first the little girl thought she had lost him. But 
soon she saw one of his ears sticking up through the hole^ 
for the strong pressure of the air was keeping him up 
so that he could not fall. She crept to the hole, caught 
Toto by the ear, and dragged him into the room again; 
afterward closing the trap-door so that no more accidents 
could happen. 

Hour after hour passed away, and slowly Dorothy 
got over her fright; but she felt quite lonely, and the wind 
shrieked so loudly all about her that she nearly became 
deaf. At first she had wondered if she would be dashed 
to pieces when the house fell again; but as the hours passed 
and nothing terrible happened, she stopped worrying and 



resolved to wait calmly and see what the future would 
bring". At last she crawled over the swaying floor to her 
bed, and lay down upoi^t^^nd Toto followed and lay 
down beside her. ^H^^ 

In spite of the swaying of the house and the wailing 
of the wuid, Dorothy soon closed her eyes and fell fast 

CKd^pter II. 
TKe Coi/rvcil with 

The Ai/rvcKkirvs . 



by a shock, so sudden 
and severe that if Doro- 
} thy had not been lying on the soft 
I bed she might have been hurt. 
^,J. As it was, the jar made her catch 
? J.hab^breath and wonder what had 
lii^ppened; and Toto put his cold 
little nose into her face and whined dismally. Dorothy 
sat up and noticed that the house was not moving; nor was 
it dark, for the bright sunshine came in at the window, 
flooding the little room. She sprang from her bed and 
with Toto at her heels ran and opened the door. 

The little girl gave a cry of amazement and looked 


about her, her eyes growing bigger and bigger at the won- 
derful sights she saw. 

The cyclone had set the house down, very gently for 
a cyclone in the midst of a country of marvelous beauty. 
There were lovely patches of green sward all about, with 
stately trees bearing rich and luscious fruits. Banks of 
gorgeous flowers were on every hand, and birds with rare 


and brilliant plumage sang and fluttered in the trees and 
bushes. A little way off was a small brook, rushing and 
sparkling along between green banks, and murmuring in a 
voice very grateful to a little girl who had lived so long on 
the dry, gray prairies. 

While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and 
beautiful sights, she noticed coming toward her a group of 
the queerest people she had ever seen. They were not as big 
as the grown folk she had always been used to; but neither 
were they very small. In fact, they seemed about as tall 
as Dorothy, who was a well-grown child for her age, 
although they were, so far as looks go, many years older. 

Three were men and one a woman, and all were oddly 
dressed. They wore round hats that rose to a small point 
a foot above their heads, with little bells around the brims 
that tinkled sweetly as they moved. The hats of the men 
were blue; the little woman's hat was white, and she wore 
a white gown that hung in plaits from her shoulders; over it 
were sprinkled little stars that glistened in the sun like 
diamonds. The men were dressed in blue, of the same 

I am the Witch of the North," 



^hade as their hats, and wore well polished boots with a 
deep roll of blue at the tops. The men, Dorothy thought, 
were about as old as Uncle Henry, for two of them had 
beards. But the little woman was doubtless much older: 
her face was covered with wrinkles, her hair was nearly 
white, and she walked rather stiffly. 

When these people drew near the house where Dorothy 
was standing- in the doorway, they paused and whispered 
among themselves, as if afraid to come farther. But the 
little old woman walked up to Dorothy, made a low bow 
and said, in a sweet voice, 

"You are welcome, most noble Sorceress, to the land 
of the Munchkins. We are so grateful to you for having 
killed the wicked Witch of the East, and for setting our 
people free from bondage." 

Dorothy listened to this speech with wonder. What 
could the little woman possibly 
mean by calling, her a sorceress, 
and saying she had killed the 
wicked Witch of the East ? 
Dorothy was an innocent, 
harmless little girl, who had 
been carried by a cyclone 
many miles from home; 
and she had never killed 
anything in all her life. 

But the little woman 




evidently expected her to answer; so Dorothy said, with 

"You are very kind; but there must be some mistake. 
I have not killed anything." 

'Ij^J'our ijiou^e did, anyway," replied the little old 
w4i]S^n,^vi^ a iaiigfh; "and that is the same thing. See!" 
sh(^ jjjOntinued, pointing to the corner of the house; "there 
^^^' iKLiw^JSS^' ^^^^^ sticking out from under a block of 

Dorothy lookeil^nd gave a little cry of fright/ /There, 

indeed, just under the corner of the great beam iht hpuse 

,..^-:.i-rested on, two feet were sticking out, shod in silver shoes 

iwith pointed toes. 

"Oh, dear! oh, idear !." cried Dorothy, clasping her 

tands together in diWa^t^he house must hava f|;llen on 
hgr. WJiaLever shall \vc do?" ^ ^ " 


\ 1 ?. 

"There^s nothiag-te-bc done," said the little woman, 


the wicked Witch 
f the East, as^.f 
aid," answered 

the little woman. 

"She has held all. 

the Munchkins^ 

in bondage for. 


many years, making them slave for her night and day. 
Now they are all set free, and are grateful to you for the 

"Who are the Munchkins?" enquired Dorothy. 

"They are the people who live in this land of the 
East, where the wicked Witch ruled." 

"Are you a Munchkin?" asked Dorothy. 

"No; but I am their friend, although I live in the land 
of the North. When they saw the Witch of the East was 
dead the Munchkins sent a swift messenger to me, and I 
came at once, I am the Witch of the North." 

"Oh, gracious!" cried Dorothy; "are you a real witch?" 

"Yes, indeed;" answered the little woman. "But I 
am a good witch, and the people love me. I am not as 
powerful as the wicked Witch was who ruled here, or I 
should have set the people free myself." 

"But I thought all witches were wicked," said the 
girl, who was half frightened at facing a real witch. 

"Oh, no; that is a great mistake. There were only 
four witches in all the Land of Oz, and two of them, those 
who live in the North and the South, are good witches. I 
know this is true, for I am one of them myself, and cannot 
be mistaken. Those who dwelt in the East and the West 
were, indeed, wicked witches; but now that you have killed 
one of them, there is but one wicked Witch in all the Land 
of Oz the one who lives in the West." 

"But," said Dorothy, after a moment's thought, "Aunt 


Em has told me that the witches were all dead years and 
years ago." 

"Who is Aunt Em? " inquired the little old woman. 

"She is my aunt who lives in Kansas, where I came 

The Witch of the North seemed to think for a time, 
with her head bowed and her eyes upon the ground. Then 
she looked up and said, 

"I do not know where Kansas is, for I have never heard 
that country mentioned before. But tell me, is it a civilized 

"Oh, yes;" replied Dorothy. 

"Then that accounts for it. In the civilized countries 
I believe there are no witches left; nor wizards, nor sorcer- 
esses, nor magicians. But, you see, the Land of Oz has 
never been civilized, for we are cut off from all the rest of 
the world. Therefore we still have witches and wizards 
amongst us." 

"Who are the Wizards?" asked Dorothy. 

"Oz himself is the Great Wizard," answered the 
Witch, sinking her voice to a whisper. "He is more power- 
ful than all the rest of us together. He lives in the City 
of Emeralds." 

Dorothy was going to ask another question, but just 
then the Munchkins, who had been standing silently by, 
gave a loud shout and pointed to the corner of the house 
where the Wicked Witch had been lying. 


"What is it?" asked the 
little old woman; and 
looked, and began to laugh. 
The feet of the dead Witch 
had disappeared entirely 
and nothing was left but 
the silver shoes. 

"She was so old," ex- 
plained the Witch of the 
North, "that she dried up 
quickly in the sun. That 
is the end of her. But the 
silver shoes are yours, and you shall 
have them to wear." She reached 
down and picked up the shoes, and 
after shaking the dust out of them 
handed them to Dorothy. 

"The Witch of the East was proud of those silver 
shoes," said one of the Munchkins; "and there is some 
charm connected with them; but what it is we never knew." 
Dorothy carried the shoes into the house and placed 
them on the table. Then she came out again to the 
Munchkins and said, 

"I am anxious to get back to my Aunt and Uncle, 
for I am sure they will worry about me. Can you help 
me find my way?" 

The Munchkins and the Witch first looked at one 



another, and then at Dorothy, and then shook their heads. 

"At the East, not far from here," said one, "there is a 
great desert, and none could Hve to cross it." 

"It is the same at the South," said another, "for I have 
been there and seen it. The South is the country of the 

"I am told," said the third man, "that it is the same at 
the West. And that country, where the Winkies live, is 
ruled by the wicked Witch of the West, who would make 
you her slave if you passed her way." 

"The North is my home," said the old lady, "and at 
its edge is the same great desert that surrounds this land 
of Oz. I'm afraid, my dear, you will have to live 
with us." 

Dorothy began to sob, at this, for she felt lonely 
among all these strange people. Her tears seemed to 
grieve the kind-hearted Munchkins, for they immediately 
took out their handkerchiefs and began to weep also. As 
for the little old woman, she took off her cap and balanced 

the point on the end of her nose, while she counted 
"one, two, three" in a solemn voice. At once the 
cap changed to a slate, on which was written in 
big, white chalk marks: 


The little old woman took the slate from her 
nose, and, having read the words on it, asked, 
" Is r^^ir-name Dorothy, my dear?" 



^ ^4Pfe^' 


"Yes," answered the child, looking- up and drying her 

"Then you must go to the City of Emeralds. Perhaps 
Oz will help you." 

"Where is this City?" asked Dorothy. 

"It is exactly in the center of the country, and is ruled 
by Oz, the Great Wizard I told you of." 

"Is he a good man?" enquired the girl, anxiously. 

"He is a good Wizard. Whether he is a man or not 
I cannot tell, for I have never seen him." 

"How can I get there?" asked Dorothy. 

"You must walk. It is a long journey, through a 
country that is sometimes pleasant and sometimes dark 
and terrible. However, I will use all the magic arts I 
know of to keep you from harm." 

"Won't you go with me?" pleaded the girl, who had 
begun to look upon the little old woman as her only friend. 

"No, I cannot do that," she replied; "but I will give 
you my kiss, and no one will dare injure a person who has 
been kissed by the Witch of the North." 

She came close to Dorothy and kissed her gently on 
the forehead Where her lips touched the girl they left a 
round, shining mark, as Dorothy found out soon after. 

"The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yel- 
low brick," said the Witch; "so you cannot miss it. When 
you get to Oz do not be afraid of him, but tell your story 
and ask him to help you. Good-bye, my dear." 



The three Munchkins 
bowed low to her and wished 
her a pleasant journey, after 
which they walked away 
through the trees. The 
Witch gave Dorothy a 
friendly little nod, whirled 
around on her left heel 
three times, and straight- 
way disappeared, much to 
the surprise of little Toto, 
/ y who barked after her loudly 
y enough when she had gone, 
because he Ha3 been afraid even to growl while she 
stood by. ' /V 

But Dorothy, xnm/ing her to be a witch, had ex- 
pected her to disappear in just that way, and was not 
surprised in the least. 


Chsvpter III 
How DorolK/ ^^ved 

the ^cevrecrow. 1.^1 


left alone she began 
to feel hungry. So she went to the 
cupboard and cut herself some 
bread, which she spread with butter. 
She gave some to Toto, and taking a 
pail from the shelf she carried it down 
to the little brook and filled it with clear, sparkling water. 
Toto ran over to the trees and began to bark at the birds 
sitting there. Dorothy went to get him, and saw such 
delicious fruit hanging from the branches that she gathered 
some of it, finding it just what she wanted to help out her 

Then she went back to the house, and having helped 


herself and Toto to a good drink of the cool, clear water, 
she set about making ready for the journey to the City of 

Dorothy had only one other dress, but that happened 
to be clean and was hanging on a peg beside her bed. It 
was gingham, with checks of white and blue; and although 
the blue was somewhat faded with many w^ashings, it was 
still a pretty frock. The girl washed herself carefully, 
dressed herself in the clean gingham, and tied her pink 
sunbonnet on her head. She took a little basket and filled 
it with bread from the cupboard, laying a white cloth over 
the top. Then she looked down at her f-eet and noticed 
how old and w^orn her shoes were. 

"They surely will never do for a long journey, Toto," 
she said. And Toto looked up into her face with his little 
black eyes and wagged his tail to show he knew what she 

At that moment Dorothy saw lying on the table the 
silver shoes that had belonged to the Witch of the 

*T wonder if they will fit me," she said to Toto. "They 
would be just the thing to take a long walk in, for they 
could not wear out." 

She took off her old leather shoes and tried on the 
silver ones, which fitted her as well as if they had been 
made for her. 

Finally she picked up her basket. 



''Come along, Toto," she said, "we will go to the 
Emerald City and ask the great Oz how to get back to 
Kansas again." 

She closed the door, locked it, and put the key care- 
fully in the pocket of her dress. And so, with Toto trotting 
along soberly behind her, she started on her journey. 

There were several roads near by, but it did not take 
her long to find the one paved with yellow brick. Within 
a short time she was walking briskly toward the Emerald 
City, her silver shoes tinkling merrily on the hard, yellow 
roadbed. The sun shone bright and the birds sang sweet 
and Dorothy did not feel nearly as bad as you might think 
a little girl would who had been suddenly whisked away 
from her own country and set down in the midst of a 
strange land. 

She was surprised, as she walked along, to see how 
pretty the country was about her. There were neat fences 
.at the sides of the road, painted a dainty blue color, and 
beyond them were fields of grain and vegetables in abun- 
dance. Evidently the Munchkins were good farmers and 
able to raise large crops. Once in a while she would pass 
a house, and the people came out to look at 
her and bow low as she went by; for everyone 
knew she had been the means 
of destroying the wicked 
witch and setting them free 
from bondage. The houses 




of the Munchkins were odd looking dwellings, for each 
was round, with a big dome for a roof. All were painted 
blue, for in this country of the East blue was the favorite 

Towards evening, when Dorothy was tired with her 
long walk and began to wonder where she should pass the 
night, she came to a house rather larger than the rest. 
On the green lawn before it many men and women were 
dancing. Five little fiddlers played as loudly as possible 
and the people were laughing and singing, while a big table 
near by was loaded with delicious fruits and nuts, pies and 
cakes, and many other good things to eat. 

The people greeted Dorothy kindly, and invited her 
to supper and to pass the night with them; for this was 
the horne of one of the richest Munchkins in the land, and 
his friends were gathered with him to celebrate their free- 
dom from the bondage of the wicked witch. 

Dorothy ate a hearty supper and was waited upon by 
the rich Munchkin himself, whose name was Boq. Then 
she sat down upon a settle and watched the people 

When Boq saw her silver shoes he said, 
"You must be a great sorceress." 
''Why?" asked the girl. 

"Because you wear silver shoes and have killed the 
wicked witch. Besides, you have white in your frock, and 
only witches and sorceresses wear white." 

You must be a great sorceress." 



"My dress is blue and white checked," said Dorothy, 
smoothing out the wrinkles in it. 

"It is kind of you to wear that," said Boq. "Blue is 
the color of the Munchkins, and white is the witch color; 
so we know you are a friendly witch." 

Dorothy did not know what to say to this, for all the 
people seemed to think her a witch, and she knew very well 
she was only an ordinary little girl who had come by the 
chance of a cyclone into a strange land. 

When she had tired watching the dancing, 
Boq led her into the house, where he gave her a 
room with a pretty bed in it. The sheets were 
made of blue cloth, and Dorothy slept soundly 
in them till morning, with Toto curled up on 
the blue rug beside her. 

She ate a hearty breakfast, and watched a 
wee Munchkin baby, who played with Toto and 
pulled his tail and crowed and laughed in a way 
that greatly amused Dorothy. Toto was a fine 
curiosity to all the people, for they had never 
seen a dog before. 

"How far is it to the Emerald City?" the 
girl asked. 

"I do not know," answered Boq, gravely, 
"for I have never been there. 
It is better for people to keep 
away from Oz, unless they 


have business with him. But it is a longf way to the 
Emerald City, and it will take you many days. The 
country here is rich and pleasant, but you must pass 
through rough and dangerous places before you reach the 
end of your journey." 

This worried Dorothy a little, but she knew that only 
the great Oz could help her get to Kansas again, so she 
bravely resolved not to turn back. 

She bade her friends good-bye, and again started 
along the road of yellow brick. When she had gone sev- 
eral miles she thought she would stop to rest, and so 
climbed to the top of the fence beside the road and sat 
down. There was a great cornfield beyond the fence, and 
and not far away she saw a Scarecrow, placed high on a 
pole to keep the birds from the ripe corn. 

Dorothy leaned her chin upon her hand and gazed 
thoughtfully at the Scarecrow. Its head was a small sack 
stuffed with straw, with eyes, nose and mouth painted on 
it to represent a face. An old, pointed blue hat, that had 
belonged to some Munchkin, was perched on this head, 
and the rest of the figure was a blue suit of clothes, worn 
and faded, which had also been stuffed with straw. On 
the feet were some old boots with blue tops, such as every 
man wore in this country, and the figure was raised above 
the stalks of corn by means of the pole stuck up its back. 

While Dorothy was looking earnestly into the queer, 
painted face of the Scarecrow, she was surprised to see 

" Dorothy guzed tluught fully at the Scarecrow." 


one of the eyes slowly wink at her. She thought she must 
have been mistaken, at first, for none of the scarecrows in 
Kansas ever wink; but presently the figure nodded its head 
to her in a friendly way. Then she climbed down from the 
fence and walked up to it, while Toto ran around the pole 
and barked. 

"Good day," said the Scarecrow, in a rather husky 

"Did you speak?" asked the girl, in wonder. 

"Certainly," answered the Scarecrow; "how do you 

"I'm pretty well, thank you," replied Dorothy, politely; 
"how do you do?" 

"I'm not feeling well," said the Scarecrow, with a smile, 
"for it is very tedious being perched up here night and day 
to scare away crows." 

"Can't you get down?" asked Dorothy. 

"No, for this pole is stuck up my back. If you will 
please take away the pole I shall be greatly obliged to 

Dorothy reached up both arms and lifted the figure 
off the pole; for, being stuffed with straw, it was quite 

"Thank you very much," said the Scarecrow, when he 
had been set down on the ground. "I feel like a new 

Dorothy was puzzled at this, for it sounded queer to 



hear a stuffed man speak, and to see him bow and walk 
along- beside her. 

''Who are you?" asked the Scarecrow, when he had 
stretched himself and yawned, "and where are you going?" 

"My name is Dorothy," said the girl, "and I am going 
to the Emerald City, to ask the great Oz to send me back 
to Kansas." 

"Where is the Emerald City?" he enquired; "and who 

"Why, don't you know?" she returned, in surprise. 

"No, indeed; I don't know anything. You see, I am 
stuffed, so I have no brains at all," he answered, sadly. 

"Oh," said Dorothy; "I'm awfully sorry 

j<^ for you." 

J^\^ "Doyou think," he asked, 

''^^ i--^"^^ "If J g-Q j-Q ti^g Emerald City 

with you, that the great Oz 
would give me some 

"I cannot tell," 
she returned; "but 
you may come with 
me, if you like. If 
Oz will not give you 


any brains you will be no worse off than you are now." 

"That is true," said the Scarecrow. "You see," he con- 
tinued, confidentially, "I don't mind my legs and arms and 
body being stuffed, because I cannot get hurt. If anyone 
treads on my toes or sticks a pin into me, it doesn't matter, 
for I can't feel it. But I do not want people to call me a 
fool, and if my head stays stuffed with straw instead of 
with brains, as yours is, how am I ever to know any- 

"I understand how you feel," said the little girl, who 
was truly sorry for him. 'Tf you will come with me I'll ask 
Oz to do all he can for you." 

"Thank you," he answered, gratefully. 
They walked back to the road, Dorothy helped him 
over the fence, and they started along the path of yellow 
brick for the Emerald City. 

Toto did not like this addition to the party, at first. 
He smelled around the stuffed man as if he suspected there 
might be a nest of rats in the straw, and he often growled 
in an unfriendly way at the Scarecrow. 

"Don't mind Toto," said Dorothy, to her new friend; 
"he never bites." 

"Oh, I'm not afraid," replied the Scarecrow, "he can't 
hurt the straw. Do let me carry that basket for you. I 
shall not mind it, for I can't get tired. I'll tell you a secret," 
he continued, as he walked along; "there is only one thing 
in the world I am afraid of." 


"What is that?'' asked Dorothy; "the Munchkin farmer 
who made you?" 

"No," answered the Scarecrow; "it's a lighted match." 


the road began to be 
rough, and the walking 
grew so difficult that the 
^Scarecrow often stumbled over the 
yellow brick/which were here very 
uneven. Sometimes, indeed, they 
were broken or missing altogether, leaving holes that Toto 
Jumped across and Dorothy walked around. As for the 
Scarecrow, having no brains he walked straight ahead, and 
so stepped into the holes arid fell at full length on the hard 
bricks. It never hurt him, however, and Dorothy would 
pick him up and set him upon his feet again, while he joined 
her in laughing merrily at his own mishap. 


The farms were not nearly so well cared for here as 
they were farther back. There were fewer houses and 
fewer fruit trees, and the farther they went the more dismal 
and lonesome the country became. 

At noon they sat down by the roadside, near a little 
brook, and Dorothy opened her basket and got out some 
bread. She offered a piece to the Scarecrow, but he 

"I am never hungry," he said; "and it is a lucky thing 
I am not. For^my mouth is only painted, and if I should 
cut a hole in it so I could eat, the straw I am stuffed with 
would come out, and that would spoil the shape of my 

Dorothy saw at once that this was true, so she only 
nodded and went on eating her bread. 

"Tell me something about yourself, and the country 
you came from," said the Scarecrow, when she had finished 
her dinner. So she told him all about Kansas, and how 
gray everything was there, and how the cyclone had carried 
her to this queer land of Oz. The Scarecrow listened care- 
fully, and said, 

"I cannot understand why you should wish to leave 
this beautiful country and go back to the dry, gray place 
you call Kansas." 

"That is because you have no brains," answered the 
girl. "No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we 
people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in 

" ' I teas only made yesterday,' said the Scarecrow." 


any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place 
like home." 

The Scarecrow sighed. 

"Of course I cannot understand it," he said. "If your 
heads were stuffed with straw, like mine, you would proba- 
bly all live in the beautiful places, and then Kansas would 
have no people at all. It is fortunate for Kansas that you 
have brains." 

"Won't you tell me a story, while we are resting?" 
asked the child. 

The Scarecrow looked at her reproachfully, and 

"My life has been so short that I really know nothing 
whatever. I was only made day before yesterday. What 
happened in the world before that time is all unknown to 
me. Luckily, when the farmer made my head, one of the 
first things he did was to paint my ears, so that I heard 
what was going on. There was another Munchkin with 
him, and the first thing I heard was the farmer saying, 

" 'How do you like those ears?' 

"'They aren't straight,' answered the other. 

'"Never mind,' said the farmer; 'they are ears just the 
same,' which was true enough. 

'"Now I'll make the eyes,' said the farmer. So he 
painted my right eye, and as soon as it was finished I found 
myself looking at him and at everything around me with a 
great deal of curiosity, for this was my first glimpse of the 


" That's a rather pretty eye,' remarked the Munchkin 
who was watching" the farmer; 'blue paint is just the color 
for eyes.' 

'"I think I'll make the other a little bigger,' said the 
farmer; and when the second eye was done I could see 
much better than before. Then he made my nose and my 
mouth; but I did not speak, because at that time I didn't 
know what a mouth was for. I had the fun of watching 
them make my body and my arms and legs; and when they 
fastened on my head, at last, I felt very proud, for I 
thought I was just as good a man as anyone. 

" 'This fellow will scare the crows fast enough,' said 
the farmer; 'he looks just like a man.' 

'"Why, he is a man,' said the other, and I quite agreed 
with him. The farmer carried me under his arm to the 
cornfield, and set me up on a tall stick, where you found 
me. He and his friend soon after walked away and left 
me alone. 

"I did not like to be deserted this way; so I tried to 
walk after them, but my feet would not touch the ground, 
and I was forced to stay on that pole. It was a lonely life 
to lead, for I had nothing to think of, having been made 
such a little while before. Many crows and other birds 
flew into the cornfield, but as soon as they saw me they flew 
away again, thinking I was a Munchkin; and this pleased 
me and made me feel that I was quite an important person. 
By and by an old crow flew near me, and after looking at 



me carefully he perched upon my shoulder 
and said, 

"*I wonder if that farmer thought to fool 
me in this clumsy manner. Any crow of sense 
could see that you are only stuffed with straw.' 
Then he hopped down at my feet aft d\a't<^ ill 
the corn he wanted. The other bij^d^ ^^. 
he was not harmed by me, came to eat th 
corn too, so in a sheryi^^e there was a grcc 
flock of them 3J^]^^t,^ '^^^^T ") 

such a good Scarecro.v^fter arL but\tne al 
trow comforted r^^^'^^fyg: 'If ^u/only he 
brakis in ^pur hea^^pir would fe as good 
manias any of tKem, and a better man th; 
ome of them. Brains are the only thing: 
wordi having in this world, no rnatter whethe: 
a cro^v or a man.* \J^^Wim I ffl 
fter the crow^s had gone I thought 
r, and decided I would try hard to get some brains 
good luck, you came along and pulled me off the stake 

.Xand from what ycna 
''"'"' me brains as soon a#i^ 

Lpi sure the great Oz will give 
t to the Emerald City." 

Hi' I' "Oh yes; I am anxious," returned the Scarecrow, 
is such an uncomfortable feeling to know one is a fool.* 


"Well," said the girl, "let us go." And she handed the 
basket to the Scarecrow. 

There were no fences at all by the road side now, and 
the land was rough and untilled. Towards evening they 
came to a great forest, where the trees grew so big and 
close together that their branches met over the road of yel- 
low brick. It was almost dark under the trees, for the 
branches shut out the daylight; but the travellers did not 
stop, and went on into the forest. 

"If this road goes in, it must come out," said the Scare- 
crow, "and as the Emerald City is at the other end of the 
road, we must go wherever it leads us." 

"Anyone would know that," said Dorothy. 

"Certainly; that is why I know it," returned the Scare- 
crow. "If it required brains to figure it out, I never should 
have said it." 

After an hour or so the light faded away, and they 
found themselves stumbling along in the darkness. Doro- 
thy could not see at all, but Toto could, for some dogs see 
very well in the dark; and the Scarecrow declared he could 
see as well as by day. So she took hold of his arm, and 
managed to get along fairly well. 

"If you see any house, or any place where we can pass 
the night," she said, "you must tell me; for it is very 
uncomfortable walking in the dark." 

Soon after the Scarecrow stopped, 

"I see a little cottage at the right of us," he said, "built 
of logs and branches. Shall we go there?" 



"Yes, indeed;" answered the child. "I am all tired out." 
So the Scarecrow led her through the trees until they 
reached the cottage, and Dorothy entered and found a bed 
of dried leaves in one corner. She lay down at once, and 
with Toto beside her soon fell into a sound sleep. The 
Scarecrow, who was never tired, stood up in another corner 
and waited patiently until morning" came. 

CNjivpter V. 

TKe RCvSci/e of" 

tKe Tii\ Woodrcvex^ix 


DOROTHY awoke 
the sun was shining 
through the trees and 
Toto had long been out chasing birds 
and squirrels. She sat up and looked 
around her. There was the Scare- 
crow, still standing patiently in his 
corner, waiting for her. 
"We must go and search for water," she said to him. 
"Why do you want water? " he asked. 
"To wash my face clean after the dust of the road, and 
to drink, so the dry bread will not stick in my throat." 

"It must be inconvenient to be made of flesh," said the 
Scarecrow, thoughtfully; "for you must sleep, and eat and 


drink. However, you have brains, and it is worth a lot of 
bother to be able to think properly." 

They left the cottage and walked through the trees 
until they found a little spring of clear water, where Doro- 
thy drank and bathed and ate her breakfast. She saw 
there was not much bread left in the basket, and the girl 
was thankful the Scarecrow did not have to eat anything, 
for there was scarcely enough for herself and Toto for the 

When she had finished her meal, and was about to 
go back to the road of yellow brick, she was startled to 
hear a deep groan near by. 

"What was that?" she asked, timidly. 
"I cannot imagine," replied the Scarecrow; "but we 
can go and see." 

Just then another groan reached their ears, and the 
sound seemed to come from behind them. They turned 
and walked through the forest a few steps, when Dorothy 
discovered something shining in a ray of sunshine that 
fell between the trees. She ran to the place, and then 
stopped short, with a cry of surprise. 

One of the big trees had been partly chopped through, 
and standing beside it, with an uplifted axe in his hands, 
was a man made entirely of tin. His head and arms and 
legs were jointed upon his body, but he stood perfectly 
motionless, as if he could not stir at all. 

Dorothy looked at him in amazement, and so did the 


Scarecrow, while Toto barked sharply and made a snap 



the tin legs, which hurt his teeth. ]^W|ii| 

lI'Did you groan?" asked Dorothy 

''Yes," answered the tin man; "I did. I've been groa 

ing'for more than a year, and no one has ever heard 

)ef ore or come to help me." 77, 

"What can I do for you?" she enquired, softly, for^ 

LOved by the sad voice in which the man spoke. 

"Get an oil-can and oil my joints,' 

answered. "They are rusted so badly that 

I cannot move them at all; if I am well 

oiled I shall soon be all right again. YcA 

will find an oil-can on a shelf in my cot-| 


Dorothy at once ran back to the 

cottage and found the oil-can, and then she 

returned and asked, anxiously, 

"Where are your joints?'^ 

''Oil my neck, first," re*- 

plied the Tin Woodman. So 

she oiled it, and as it was quite 

badly rusted the Scarecrow 

took hold of the tin head and 

moved it gently from side to 

side until it worked freely, 

and then the man could turn 

it himself. 


"Now oil the joints in my arms," he said. And Doro- 
thy oiled them and the Scarecrow bent them carefully until 
they were quite free from rust and as good as new. 

The Tin Woodman gave a sigh of satisfaction and 
lowered his axe, which he leaned against the tree. 

"This is a great comfort," he said. "I have been hold- 
ing that axe in the air ever since I rusted, and I'm glad to 
be able to put it down at last. Now, if you will oil the 
joints of my legs, I shall be all right once more." 

So they oiled his legs until he could move them freely; 
and he thanked them again and again for his release, for 
he seemed a very polite creature, and very grateful. 

"I might have stood there always if you had not come 
along," he said; "so you have certainly saved my life. 
How did you happen to be here ?" 

"We are on our way to the Emerald City, to see the 
great Oz," she answered, "and we stopped at your cottage 
to pass the night." 

"Why do you wish to see Oz? " he asked. 

"I want him to send me back to Kansas; and the 
Scarecrow wants him to put a few brains into his head," 
she replied. 

The Tin Woodman appeared to think deeply for a 
moment. Then he said: 

"Do you suppose Oz could give me a heart?" 

"Why, I guess so," Dorothy answered; "it would be 
as easy as to give the Scarecrow brains." 

This is a great comfort,' said the, Tin Woodman.''' 


"True," the Tin Woodman returned. "So, if you will 
allow me to join your party, I will also go to the Emerald 
City and ask Oz to help me." 

"Come along-," said the Scarecrow, heartily; and 
Dorothy added that she would be pleased to have his 
company. So the Tin Woodman shouldered his axe and 
they all passed through the forest until they came to the 
road that was paved with yellow brick. 

The Tin Woodman had asked Dorothy to put the oil- 
can in her basket. "F^or," he said, "if I should get caught in 
the rain, and rust again, I would need the oil-can badly." 
It was a bit of good luck to have their new comrade 
join the party, for soon after they had begun their journey 
again they came to a place where the trees and branches 
grew so thick over the road that the travellers could not 
pass. But the Tin Woodman set to w^ork with his axe 
and chopped so well that soon he cleared a passage for the 
entire party. 

Dorothy was thinking so earnestly as they walked 
along that she did not notice when the Scarecrow stumbled 
into a hole and rolled over to the side of the road. Indeed, 
he was obliged to call to her to help him up again. 

"Why didn't you walk around the hole?" asked the 
Tin Woodman. 

"I don't know enough," replied the Scarecrow, cheer- 
fully. "My head is stuffed with straw, you know, and that 
is why I am going to Oz to ask him for some brains." 



"Oh, I see;" said the Tin Woodman. "But, after all, 
brains are not the best things in the world." 
"Have you any?" enquired the Scarecrow. 
"No, my head is quite empty," answered the Wood- 
man; "but once I had brains, and a heart also; so, having 
tried them both, I should much rather have a heart." 
"And why is that?" asked the Scarecrow. 
"I will tell you my story, and then you will know." 
\\,/ . So, while they were walking through the forest, the 
"^'fTin Woodman told the following story: 

"I was born the son of a woodman who chopped down 
' trees in the forest and sold the wood for a living. When 
I grew up I too became a w^ood-chopper, and after my 
father died I took care of my old mother as long as she 
lived. Then I made up my mind that instead of living 
alone I would marry, so that I might not become 

"There was one of the Munchkin girls who was so 
beautiful that I soon grew to love her with all my heart. 
She, on her part, promised to marry me as soon as I could 
earn enough money to build a better house for her; so I 
set to work harder than ever. But the girl lived with an 

old woman who did not want 
her to marry anyone, for she 



was so lazy she wished the girl to remain with her and do 
the cooking and the housework. So the old woman went 
to the wicked Witch of the East, and promised her two 
sheep and a cow if she would prevent the marriage. 
Thereupon the wicked Witch enchanted my axe, and when 
I was chopping away at my best one day, for I was anx- 
ious to get the new house and my wife as soon as possible, 
the axe slipped all at once and cut off my left leg. 

"This at first seemed a great misfortune, for I knew a 
one-legged man could not dp very well as a wood-chopper. 
So I went to a tin-smith and had him make me a new leg 
out of tin. The leg worked very well, once I was used to 
it; but my action angered the wicked Witch of the East, 
for she had promised the old woman I should not marry 
the pretty Munchkin girl. When I began chopping again 
my axe slipped and cut off my right leg. Again I went to 
the tinner, and again he made me a leg out of tin. After 
this the enchanted axe cut off my arms, one after the 
other; but, nothing daunted, I had them replaced with tin 
ones. The wicked Witch then made the axe slip and cut 
off my head, and at first I thought that was the end of me. 
But the tinner happened to come along, and he made me 
a new head out of tin. 

'T thought I had beaten the wicked Witch then, and I 
worked harder than ever; but I little knew how cruel my 
enemy could be. She thought of a new way to kill my 
love for the beautiful Munchkin maiden, and made my axe 



slip ag-ain, so that it cut right through my body, spHtting 
me into two halves. Once more the tinner came to my 
help and made me a body of tin, fastening my tin arms 
and legs and head to it, by means of joints, so that I could 
move around as well as ever. But, alas! I had now no heart, 
so that I lost all my love for the Munchkin girl, and did 
not care whether I married her or not. I suppose she is 
still living with the old woman, waiting for me to come 
after her. 

"My body shone so brightly in the sun that I felt very 
proud of it and it did not matter now if my axe slipped, for 
it could not cut me. There was only one danger that my 
joints would rust; but I kept an oil-can inmy cottage and 
took care to oil myself whenever I needed it. However, 
there came a day when I forgot to do this, and, being 

caught in a rainstorm, before I 
thought of the danger my joints had 
rusted, and I was left to stand in 
the woods until you came to help 
me. It was a terrible thing to un- 
dergo, but during the year I stood 
there I had time to think that the 
greatest loss I had known was the 
loss of my heart. While I 
was in love I was the hap- 
piest man on earth; but no 
one can love who has not a 


^^^pleart, and so I am resolved to ask Oz to give me 
one. If he does, I will g-o back to the Munchkin 
maiden and marry her." 

Both Dorothy and the Scarecrow had been 
greatly interested in the story of the Tin Woodman, and 
now they knew why he was so anxious to get a new heart. 

"All the same," said the Scarecrow, "I shall ask for 
brains instead of a heart; for a fool would not know what 
to do with a heart if he had one." 

"I shall take the heart," returned the Tin Woodman; 
"for brains do not make one happy, and happiness is the 
best thing in the world." 

Dorothy did not say anything, for she was puzzled to 
know which of her two friends was right, and she decided 
if she could only get back to Kansas and Aunt 
Em it did not matter so much whether the 
Woodman had no brains and the Scarecrow 
no heart, or each got what he wanted. 

What worried her most was that the 
bread was nearly gone, and an- 
other meal for herself and Toto 
would empty the basket. To be 
sure neither the Woodman nor 
the Scarecrow ever ate anything, 
but she was not made of tin nor 
straw, and could not live unless 
she was fed. 

TKe CowsvrcUy 



and her companions had been 
walking- through the 
woods. The road ' was 
paved with yellow brick, but these were much cover^^' 
dried branches and dead leaves from the trees,-*^!!^':! 
walking- was not at all good. '-^t% 

There were few birds in this part of the forest^if.B 
birds love the open country where there is plenty of '*su] 
shine; but now and then there came a deep growl from 
some wild animal hidden among the trees. These sounds 
ifiaade. the little girl's heart beat fast, for she did not know 


what made them; but Toto knew, and he walked close to 
Dorothy's side, and did not even bark in return. 

"How long will it be," the child asked of the Tin 
Woodman, "before we are out of the forest?" 

"I cannot tell," was the answer, "for I have never 
been to the Emerald City. But my father went there once, 
when I was a boy, and he said it was a long journey 
through a dangerous country, although nearer to the city 
where Oz dwells the country is beautiful. But I am not 
afraid so long as I have my oil-can, and nothing can hurt 
the Scarecrow, while you bear upon your forehead the 
mark of the good Witch's kiss, and that will protect you 
from harm." 

"But Toto!" said the girl, anxiously; "what will pro- 
tect him?" 

"We must protect him ourselves, if he is in danger," 
replied the Tin Woodman. 

Just as he spoke there came from the forest a terrible 
roar, and the next moment a great Lion bounded into 
the road. With one blow of his paw he sent the Scare- 
crow spining over and over to the edge of the road, and 
then he struck at the Tin Woodman with his sharp claws. 
But, to the Lion's surprise, he could make no impression 
on the tin, although the Woodman fell over in the road 
and lay still. 

Little Toto, now that he had an enemy to face, ran 
barking toward the Lion, and the great beast had opened 


his mouth to bite the dog, when Dorothy, fearing Toto 
would be killed, and heedless of danger, rushed forward 
and slapped the Lion upon his nose as hard as she could, 
while she cried out: 

"Don't you dare to bite Toto! You ought to be 
ashamed of yourself, a big beast like you, to bite a poor 
little dog! " 

"I didn't bite him," said the Lion, as he rubbed his 
nose with his paw where Dorothy had hit it. 

**No, but you tried to," she retorted. "You are nothing 
but a big coward." 

'T know it," said the Lion, hanging his head in shame; 
"Lve always known it. But how can I help it?" 

"I don't know, I'm sure. To think of your striking a 
stuffed man, like the poor Scarecrow!" 

"Is he stuffed?" asked the Lion, in surprise, as he 
watched her pick up the Scarecrow and set him upon his 
feet, while she patted him into shape again. 

"Of course he's stuffed," replied Dorothy, who was 
still angry. 

"That's why he went over so easily," remarked the 
Lion. "It astonished me to see him whirl around so. Is 
the other one stuffed, also? " 

"No," said Dorothy, "he's made of tin." And she 
helped the Woodman up again. 

"That's why he nearly blunted my claws," said the 
Lion. "When they scratched against the tin it made a 



cold shiver run down my back. What is that little anima| 
you are so tender of?" 

"He is my dog, Toto," answered Dorothy. 
"Is he made of tin, or stuffed?" asked the Lion. 
"Neither. He's a a a meat dog," said the girl. 
"Oh. He's a curious animal, and seems remarkably 
small, now that I look at him. No one would think o^ 
biting such a little thing except a coward like me," con-- 
tinned the Lion, sadly. | 

"What makes you a coward?" asked Dorothy, look-j 
ing at the great beast in wonder, for he was as big as a^ 
small horse. j 

"It's a mystery," replied the Lion. "I 
suppose I was born that way. All the other 
animals in the forest naturally expect me to 
be brave, for the Lion is every- 
where thought to be the King of 
Beasts. I learned that if I roared 
very loudly every living thing was 
frightened and got out of my way. 
Whenever I've met a man I've been 
awfully scared; but I just roared at 
him, and he has always run away 
as fast as he could go. If the ele- 
phants and the tigers and the bears 
had ever tried to fight me, I should 
have run myself I'm such a 


coward; but just as soon as they hear me roar they all try 
to get away from me, and of course I let them go." 

"But that isn't right. The King of Beasts shouldn't 
be a coward," said the Scarecrow. 

"I know it," returned the Lion, wiping a tear from his 
eye with the tip of his tail; "it is my great sorrow, and 
makes my life very unhappy. But whenever there is dan- 
ger my heart begins to beat fast." 

"Perhaps you have heart disease," said the Tin Wood- 

"It may be," said the Lion. 

"If you have," continued the Tin Woodman, "you 
ought to be glad, for it proves you have a heart. For 
my part, I have no heart; so I cannot have heart 

"Perhaps," said the Lion, thoughtfully, "if I had no 
heart I should not be a coward." 

"Have you brains?" asked the Scarecrow. 

"I suppose so. I've never looked to see," replied the 

"I am going to the grjeat Oz to ask him to give me 
some," remarked the Scarecrow, "for my head is stuffed 
with straw." 

"And I am going to ask him to give me a heart," said 
the Woodman. 

"And I am going to ask him to send Toto and me 
back to Kansas," added Dorothy. 


"Do you think Oz could give me courage?" asked the 
cowardly Lion. 

"Just as easily as he could give me brains," said the 

"Or give me a heart," said the Tin Woodman. 

"Or send me back to Kansas," said Dorothy. 

"Then, if you don't mind, I'll go with you," said the 
Lion, "for my life is simply unbearable without a bit of 

"You will be very welcome," answered Dorothy, "for 
you will help to keep away the other wild beasts. It seems 
to me they must be more cowardly than you are if they 
allow you to scare them so easily." 

"They really are," said the Lion; "but that doesn't 
make me any braver, and as long as I know myself to be 
a coward I shall be unhappy." 

So once more the little company set off upon the 
journey, the Lion walking with stately strides at Dorothy's 
side. Toto did not approve this new comrade at first, for 
he could not forget how nearly he had been crushed be- 
tween the Lion's great jaws; but after a time he became 
more at ease, and presently Toto and the Cowardly Lion 
had grown to be good friends. 

During the rest of that day there was no other adven- 
ture to mar the peace of their journey. Once, indeed, the 
Tin Woodman stepped upon a beetle that was crawling 
along the road, and killed the poor little thing. This made 


the Tin Woodman very unhappy, for he was always careful 
not to hurt any hving creature; and as he walked along he 
wept several tears of sorrow and regret. These tears ran 
slowly down his face and over the hinges of his jaw, and 
there they rusted. When Dorothy presently asked him a 
question the Tin Woodman could not open his mouth, for 
his jaws were tightly rusted together. He became greatly 
frightened at this and made many motions to Dorothy to 
relieve him, but she could not understand. The Lion was 
also puzzled to know what was wrong. 
But the Scarecrow seized the oil-can 
from Dorothy's basket and oiled the iS^ 

W^oodman's jaws, so that after a few 
moments he could talk as well as 

"This will serve me a les- 
son," said he, "to look where I 
step. For if I should kill an- 
other bug or beetle I should 
surely cry 
again, and 
crying rusts 
my jaw so 
that I cannot 

ter he walked 


very carefully, with his eyes on the road, and when he saw 
a tiny ant toiling- by he would step over it, so as not to 
harm it. The Tin Woodman knew very well he had no 
heart, and therefore he took great care never to be cruel 
or unkind to anything. 

"You people with hearts," he said, "have something to 
guide you, and need never do wrong; but I have no 
heart, and so I must be very careful, When Oz gives me 
a heart of course I needn't mind so much." 

.e Joi/rrvey to 
TI\e Grets^t Oz. 




WERE obliged 
to camp out that 
nig-ht under a 
large tree in the 
forest, for there were no houses 
near. The tree made a good, 
thick covering to protect them from the dew, and the Tin 
Woodman chopped a great pile of wood with his axe and 
Dorothy built a splendid fire that warmed her and made 
her feel less lonely. She and Toto ate the last of their 
bread, and now she did not know what they would do for 

"If you wish," said the Lion, "I will go into the forest 



and kill a deer for you. You can roast it by the fire, since 
jyour tastes are so peculiar that you prefer cooked food, 
iand then you will have a very good breakfast." 

"Don't! please don't," beg-ged the Tin Woodman. 
'*I should certainly weep if you killed a poor deer, and 
fthen my jaws would rust again." 

^ But the Lion went away into the forest and found 

his own supper, and no one ever knew what it was, for he 
^didn't mention it. And the Scarecrow found a tree full 
[of nuts and filled Dorothy's basket with them, so that she 
would not be hungry for a long time. She thought this 
jwas very kind and thoughtful of the Scarecrow, but she 
ilaughed heartily at the awkward way in which the poor 
jcreature picked up the nuts. His padded hands were so 
clumsy and the nuts were so small that he dropped almost 
as many as he put in the basket. But the Scarecrow did 
not mind how long it took him to fill the basket, for it 
enabled him to keep away from the fire, as he 
feared a spark might get into his straw and 
burn him up. So he kept a good dis- 
tance away from the flames, and 
only came near to cover' 
Dorothy with dry 
leaves when she 
lay down to 

'f)^]l\l\Ahs^''^'-- .. sleep. These 

kept her very 



snug and warm and she slept soundly until morning. 
When it was daylight the girl bathed her face in a 
little rippling brook and soon after they all started toward 
the Emerald City. 

This was to be an eventful day for the travellers. 
They had hardly been walking an hour when they saw 
before them a great ditch that crossed the road and divided 
the forest as far as they could see on either side. It was a 
very wide ditch, and when they crept up to the edge and 
looked into it they could see it was also very deep, and 
there were many big, jagged rocks at the bottom. The 
sides were so steep that none of them could climb down, 
and for a moment it seemed that their journey must end. 

"What shall we do?" asked Dorothy, despairingly. 

**I haven't the faintest idea," said the Tin Woodman; 
and the Lion shook his shaggy mane and looked thought- 
ful. But the Scarecrow said: 

"We cannot fly, that is certain; neither can we climb 
down into this great ditch. Therefore, if we cannot jump 
over it, we must stop where we are." 

"I think I could jump over it," said the Cowardly Lion, 
after measuring the distance carefully in his mind. 

"Then we are all right," answered the Scarecrow, "for 
you can carry us all over on your back, one at a time." 

"Well, I'll try it," said the Lion. "Who will go first?" 

"I will," declared the Scarecrow; "for, if you found 
that you could not jump over the gulf, Dorothy would be 




killed, or the Tin Woodman badly dented on the 
rocks below. But if I am on your back it will not 
matter so much, for the fall would not hurt me at all." 

**I am terribly afraid of falling-, myself," said 
the Cowardly Lion, "but I suppose there is nothing 
to do but try it. So get on my back and we will 
make the attempt." 

The Scarecrow sat upon the Lion's back, and 
the big beast walked to the edge of the gulf and 
crouched down. 

"Why don't you run and jump?" asked the Scarecrow 

"Because that isn't the way we Lions do these things," 
he replied. Then giving a great spring, he shot through 
the air and landed safely on the other side. They were 
:all greatly pleased to see how easily he did it, and after the 
Scarecrow had got down from his back the Lion sprang 
across the ditch again. 

Dorothy thought she would go next; so she took Toto 
in her arms and climbed on the Lion's back, holding tightly 
to his mane with one hand. The next moment it seemed 
as if she was flying through the air; and then, before she 
had time to think about it, she was safe on the other side. 
The Lion went back a third time and got the Tin Wood- 
man, and then they all sat down for a few moments to give 
the beast a chance to rest, for his great leaps had made his 
breath short, and he panted like a big dog that has been 
running too long. 



They found the 
forest very thick on 
this side, and it looked 
dark and gloomy. 
After the Lion had rested 
started along" the road of yelh 
brick, silently wondering, each 
his own mind, if ever they would 

come to the end of the woods and reach the bright sun- 
shine again. To add to their discomfort, they soon heard 
strange noises in the depths of the forest, and the Lion 
whispered to them that it was in this part of the country 
that the Kalidahs lived. 

"What are the Kalidahs?" ksked the girl. 

"They are monstrous beasts with bodies like bears and 
heads like tigers," replied the Lion; "and with claws 
so long and sharp that they could tear me in two as 
easily as I could kill Toto. Fm terribly afraid of the 


.^V- . 




"I'm not surprised that you are," returned Dorothy 
"They must be dreadful beasts." 

The Lion was about to reply when suddenly they 
came to another gulf across the road; but this one was so 
broad and deep that the Lion knew at once he could not 
leap across it. 

So they sat down to consider what they should do, 
and after serious thought the Scarecrow said, 

"Here is a great tree, standing close to the ditch. If 
the Tin Woodman can chop it down, so that it will fall to 
the other side, we can walk across it easily." 

"That is a first rate idea," said the Lion. "One would 
almost suspect you had brains in your head, instead of 

The Woodman set to work at once, and so sharp was 
his axe that the tree was soon chopped nearly through. 
Then the Lion put his strong front legs against the tree 
and pushed with all his might, and slowly the big tree 
tipped and fell with a crash across the ditch, with its top 
branches on the other side. 

They had just started to cross this queer bridge when 
a sharp growl made them all look up, and to their horror 
they saw running toward them two great beasts with 
bodies like bears and heads like tigers. 

"They are the Kalidahs!" said the Cowardly Lion, 
beginning to tremble. 

"Quick! " cried the Scarecrow, "let us cross over." 

TJLe tree fell tcitJi a crank into tlie gulf.' 


So Dorothy went first, holding Toto in her arms; the 
Tin Woodman followed, and the Scarecrow came next. 
The Lion, although he was certainly afraid, turned to face 
the Kalidahs, and then he gave so loud and terrible a roar 
that Dorothy screamed and the Scarecrow fell over back- 
wards, while even the fierce beasts stopped short and 
looked at him in surprise. 

But, seeing they were bigger than the Lion, and re- 
membering that there were two of them and only one of 
him, the Kalidahs again rushed forward, and the Lion 
crossed over the tree and turned to see what they would 
do next. Without stopping an instant the fierce beasts 
also began to cross the tree, and the Lion said to Dorothy, 

"We are lost, for they will surely tear us to pieces 
with their sharp claws. But stand close behind me, and 
I will fight them as long as I am alive." 

"Wait a minute!" called the Scarecrow. He had 
been thinking what was best to be done, and now he asked 
the Woodman to chop away the end of the tree that rested 
on their side of the ditch. The Tin Woodman began to 
use his axe at once, and, just as the two Kalidahs were 
nearly across, the tree fell with a crash into the gulf, carry- 
ing the ugly, snarling brutes with it, and both were 
dashed to peices on the sharp rocks at the bottom. 

"Well," said the Cowardly Lion, drawing a long breath 
of relief, *T see we are going to live a little while longer, 
and 1 am glad of it, for it must be a very uncomfortable 


not ^ ^ 

oW creafyres 
ened me so badly th^\ 


I had a-Le^rt_to beat 

This adventar&Tnade 

the travellers..more, anxi- 

'-tiran ever to ,^f -^^ 

^g-^iJt^ walked so 

; Dorothy .-^game tire _ 

tQ ride oa^^fe Lion's ba^. 

TO' tkekdjeat joy the trees became thiSier the further 

they advanced^i^nd^n the afternoon th^y~ suddenly came 

j^^^-^r^ad rB^er, flowing- swiftly just before them. On 

^T^^tTi ot^^^de'5-:die water they could see the road of yel- 

\^Mdrriinn%glhroug-h a beautiful country, with green 

meS^tvs'dottecf with bright flowers and all the road bor- 

^^red^ihJ^es hauling full-iif delicious fruits. They were 

eatly pfcased to- .^e. this delightful country before them. 

^r^=:f__-__ZTfew shall \^^^ss the riverP^asked Dorothy. 

" Kf"^n'L "^^^^^ easity^-done," j-eplied the Scarecrow. "The 

^ "^^^^'^i^ \Yoodman mu^bmld u^^^ratt^so we~ can float to the 

^2i^ et^er-sidv^---i:^.^J2__^ 

_r"^-- So the Woodman took his axe~a:n[d began to chop 
JL. do\^ >sgiall trees to make a 4=aft;:^iTd while he was busy at 
^ this the Scarecrow found on the river barrk-a tree full of 




fine fruit. This pleased Dorothy, who had eaten nothing but 
nuts all day, and she made a hearty meal of the ripe fruit. 
But it takes time to make a raft, even when one is as 
industrious and untiring as the Tin Woodman, and when 
night came the work was not done. So they found a cozy 
place under the trees- where they slept well until the morn- 
ing; and Dorothy dreamed of the Emerald City, and of 
the good Wizard Oz, who would soon send her back to 
her own home again. 


^^ ^ of travellers awak- 

ened next morning' 
refreshed and full of hope, and 
Dorothy breakfasted like a 
princess off peaches and plums 
from the trees beside the river. 
Behind them was the dark forest 
they had passed safely through, although 
they had suffered many discourage- 
ments; but before them was a lovely, 
sunny country that seemed to beckon 
them on to the Emerald City. 

To be sure, the broad river now 



cut them off from this beautiful land; but the raft was 
nearly done, and after the Tin Woodman had cut a few 
more logs and fastened them together with wooden pins, 
they were ready to start. Dorothy sat down in the middle 
of the raft and held Toto in her arms. When the Cow- 
ardly Lion stepped upon the raft it tipped badly, for he 
was bigf and heavy; but the Scarecrow and the Tin Wood- 
man stood upon the other end to steady it, and they had 
long poles in their hands to push the raft through the water. 
They got along quite well at first, but when they 
reached the middle of the river the swift current swept the 
raft down stream, farther and farther away from the road 
of yellow brick; and the water grew so deep that the long 
poles would not touch the bottom. 

"This is bad," said the Tin Woodman, "for if 
we cannot get to the land we shall be carried into the 
country of the- wicked Witch of the West, and she will 
enchant us and make us her slaves." 

"And then I should get no brains," said the Scarecrow. 

"iVnd I slioul 
courage," said the 
ardly Lion. 

"And I should get 
no heart," said the Tin 



"And I should never get back to Kansas," said Dorothy. 

"We must certainly get to the Emerald City if we can," 
the Scarecrow continued, and he pushed so hard on his long 
pole that it stuck fast in the mud at the bottom of the river, 
and before he could pull it out again, or let go, the raft 
was swept away and the poor Scarecrow left clinging to 
the pole in the middle of the river. 

"Good bye!" he called after them, and they were very 
sorry to leave him; indeed, the Tin Woodman began to 
cry, but fortunately remembered that he might rust, and 
so dried his tears on Dorothy's apron. 

Of course this was a bad thing for the Scarecrow. 

"I am now worse off than when I first met Dorothy," 
he thought. "Then, I was stuck on a pole in a cornfield, 
where I could make believe scare 
the crows, at any rate; but surely 
there is no use for a Scarecro^ 
stuck on a pole in the middle of a 
river. I am afraid I shall never 
have any brains, after all! " 

Down the stream the raft 
floated, and the poor Scarecrow 
fWas left far behind. Then the 
'Lion said: 

"Something must be done to 
save us. I think I can swim to 
|he shore and pull the raft after 


me, if you will only hold fast to the ti^ 
of my tail." 

So he sprang into the water and 

the Tin Woodman caught fast hold of 

his tail, when the Lion began to swim 

with all his might toward the shore. It 

was hard work, although he was so big; 

but by and by they were drawn out of the current, 

and then Dorothy took the Tin Woodman's long 

pole and helped push the raft to the land. 

They were all tired out when they reached the 
shore at last and stepped off upon the pretty green 
grass, and they also knew that the stream had 
carried them a long way past the road of yellow 
brick that led to the Emerald City. 

"What shall we do now?" asked the Tin 
Woodman, as the Lion lay down on the grass to 
let the sun dry him. 

"We must get back to the road, in some way," 
said Dorothy. 

"The best plan will be to walk along the river 
bank until we come to the road again," remarked 
the Lion. 

So, when they were rested, Dorothy picked 
up her basket and they started along the grassy 
bank, back to the road from which the river had 
carried them. It was a lovely country, with plenty 



of flowers and fruit trees and sunshine to cheer them, and 
had they not felt so sorry for the poor Scarecrow they 
could have been very happy. 

They walked along as fast as they could, Dorothy 
only stopping once to pick a beautiful flower; and after a 
time the Tin Woodman cried out, 


Then they all looked at the river and saw the Scare- 
crow perched upon his pole in the middle of the water, 
looking very lonely and sad. 

"What can we do to save him?" asked Dorothy. 
The Lion and the Woodman both shook their heads, 
for they did not know. So they sat down upon the bank 
and gazed wistfully at the Scarecrow until a Stork flew by, 
which, seeing them, stopped to rest at the water's edge. 

"Who are you, and where are you going?" asked the 

"I am Dorothy," answered the girl; "and these are my 
friends, the Tin Woodman and the Cowardly Lion; and 
we are going to the Emerald City." 

"This is n't the road," said the Stork, as she twisted her 
long neck and looked sharply at the queer party. 

"I know it," returned Dorothy, "but we have lost the 
Scarecrow, and are wondering how we shall get him again." 

"Where is he?" asked the Stork. 

"Over there in the river," answered the girl. 

"If he wasn't so big and heavy I would get him for 
you," remarked the Stork. 


"He isn't heavy a bit," said Dorothy, eagerly, "for he 
is stuffed with straw; and if you will bring him back to us 
we shall thank you ever and ever so much." 

"Well, I'll try," said the Stork ;"but if I find he is too 
heavy to carry I shall have to drop him in the river again." 
So the big bird flew into the air and over the water 
till she came to where the Scarecrow was perched upon 
his pole. Then the Stork with her great claws grabbed the 
Scarecrow by the arm and carried him up into the air and 
back to the bank, where Dorothy and the Lion and the Tin 
Woodman and Toto were sitting. 

When the Scarecrow found himself among his friends 
again he was so happy that he hugged them all, even the 
Lion and Toto; and as they walked along he sang "Tol-de- 
ri-de-oh! " at every step, he felt so gay. 

'T was afraid I should have to stay in the river for- 
ever," he said, "but the kind Stork saved me, and if I ever 
get any brains I shall find the Stork again and do it some 
kindness in return." 

"That's all right," said the Stork, who was flying along 
beside them. "I always like to help anyone in trouble. 
But I must go now, for my babies are waiting in the nest 
for me. I hope you will find the Emerald City and that 
Oz will help you." 

"Thank you," replied Dorothy, and then the kind 
Stork flew into the air and was soon out of sight. 

They walked along listening to the singing of the 

" The Stork carried him up into the air.''' 


bright-colored birds and looking^ at the lovely flowers 
which now became so thick that the ground was carpeted 
with them. There were big yellow and white and blue 
and purple blossoms, besides great clusters of scarlet pop- 
pies, which were so brilliant in color they almost dazzled 
Dorothy's eyes. 

"Aren't they beautiful?" the girl asked, as she breathed 
in the spicy scent of the flowers. 

"I suppose so," answered the Scarecrow. ''When I 
have brains I shall probably like them better." 

"If I only had a heart I should love them," added the 
Tin Woodman. 

'T always did like flowers," said the Lion; "they seem 
so helpless and frail. But there are none in the forest so 
bright as these." 

They now came upon more and more of the big 
scarlet poppies, and fewer and fewer of the other flowers; 
and soon they found themselves in the midst of a great 
meadow of poppies. Now it is well known that when 
there are many of these flowers together their odor is so 
powerful that anyone who breathes it falls asleep, and if 
the sleeper is not carried away from the scent of the flow- 
ers he sleeps on and on forever. But Dorothy did not 
know this, nor could she get away from the bright red 
flowers that were everywhere about; so presently her eyes 
grew heavy and she felt she must sit down to rest and to 



But the Tin Woodman would not let her do this. 
"We must hurry and get back to the road of yellow 
brick before dark," he said; and the Scarecrow agreed 
with him. So they kept walking until Dorothy could stand 
no longer. Her eyes closed in spite of herself and she forgot 
where she was and fell among the poppies, fast asleep. 
"What shall we do?" asked the Tin Woodman. 

"If we leave her here she will die," said the 
Lion. "The smell of the flowers is killing us 
all. I myself can scarcely keep my eyes open 
and the dog is asleep already." 

It was true; Toto had fallen down beside 
his little mistress. But the Scarecrow and the 
Tin Woodman, not being made of flesh, were 
troubled by the scent of the flowers. 



"Run fast," said the Scarecrow to the Lion, "and get 
out of this deadly flower-bed as soon as you can. We will 
bring the little girl with us, but if you should fall asleep 
you are too big to be carried." 

So the Lion aroused himself and bounded forward as 
fast as he could go. In a moment he was out of sight. 

"Let us make a chair with our hands, and carry her," 

said the Scarecrow. So they picked up Toto and put the 

dog in Dorothy's lap, and then they made a chair with 

their hands for the seat and their arms for the arms and 

carried the sleeping girl between them through 

the flowers. 

On and on they walked, and it seemed that 
the great carpet of deadly flowers that surrounded 
them would never end. They followed the bend 
of the river, and at last came upon their friend 
the Lion, lying fast asleep among the poppies. 
The flowers had been too strong for the huge 
beast and he had given up, at last, and fallen 
only a short distance from the end of the poppy- 
w^^^^ ^^/^ ^^^' ^^1^^^^ the sweet grass spread in beautiful 
wW,i9^ f green fields before them. 

J "We can do nothing for him," said the Tin 

Woodman, sadly; "for he is much too heavy to 
lift. We must leave him here to sleep on for- 
ever, and perhaps he will dream that he has 
found courage at last." 




"I'm sorry," said the Scarecrow; "the Lion was a very 
good comrade for one so cowardly. But let us go on." 

They carried the sleeping girl to a pretty spot beside 
the river, far enough from the poppy field to prevent her 
breathing any more of the poison of the flowers, and here 
they laid her gently o n th ^soft grass and waited for the 




TKe Qi/eerv 


Field Mice. 


from the road of yellow 

brick, now," remarked the 

Scarecrow, as he stood beside the 

girl, "for we have come nearly as 

far as the river carried us away." 

The Tin Woodman was about 

to reply when he heard a low growl, 

m^^is head (which worked beautifully on hinges) 

a strange beast come bounding over the grass 

towards them. It was, indeed, a great, yellow wildcat, and 

ithe Woodman thought it must be chasing something, for 

its ears were lying close to its head and its mouth was wide 

open, showing two rows of ugly teeth, while its red eyes 

lowed like balls of fire. As it came nearer the Tin 



Woodman saw that running before the beast was a little 
g-ray field-mouse, and although he had no heart he knew it 
was wrong for the wildcat to try to kill such a pretty, harm- 
less creature. 

So the Woodman raised his axe, and as the wildcat 
ran by he gave it a quick blow that cut the beast's head 
clean off from its body, and it rolled over at his feet in two 

The field-mouse, now that it was freed from its enemy, 
stopped short; and coming slowly up to the Woodman it 
said, in a squeaky little voice, 

"Oh, thank you! Thank you ever so much for saving 
my life." 

"Don't speak of it, I beg of you," replied the Wood- 
man. *! have no heart, you know, so I am careful to help 
all those who may need a friend, even if it happens to be 
only a mouse." 

"Only a mouse!" cried the little animal, indignantly; 
"why, I am a Queen the Queen of all the fi(dd-mice! " 

"Oh, indeed," said the Woodman, making a bow. 

"Therefore you have done a great deed, as well as a 
brave one, in saving my life," added the Queen. 

At that moment several mice were seen running up 
as fast as their little legs could carry them, and when they 
saw their Queen they exclaimed, 

"Oh, your Majesty, we thought you would be killed! 
How did you manage to escape the great Wildcat?" and 



they all bowed so low to the little Queen that they almost 
stood upon their heads. 

"This funny tin man," she answered, "killed the Wild- 
cat and saved my life. So hereafter you must all serve 
him, and obey his slightest wish." 

"We will!" cried all the mice, in a shrill chorus. And 
then they scampered in all directions, for Toto had awak- 
ened from his sleep, and seeing all these mice around him 
he gave one bark of delight and jumped right into the mid- 
dle of the group. Toto had always loved to chase mice 
when he lived in Kansas, and he saw no harm in it. 

But the Tin W^^oodman caught the dog in his arms 
and held him tight, while he called to the mice: "Come 
back! come back! Toto shall not hurt you." 

At this the Queen of the Mice stuck her head out 
from a clump of grass and asked, in 
a timid voice, 

"Are you sure he will not bite us? " 

"I will not let him," said the 
Woodman; "so do not be afraid." 

One by one the mice came creep- 
ing back, and Toto did not bark again, 
although he tried to get out of 
the Woodman's arms, and would 
have bitten him had' he not known 
very well he was made of tin. Finally. . 
one of the biggest mice^spiake.,:v-\vi^-,3>^ 




"Is there anything- we can do," it asked, "to repay you 
for saving the Hfe of our Queen?" 

"Nothing that I know of," answered the Woodman; 
but the Scarecrow, who had been trying to think, but could 
not because his head was stuffed with straw, said, quickly, 

"Oh, yes; you can save our friend, the Cowardly Lion, 
who is asleep in the poppy bed." 

"A Lion!" cried the little Queen; "why, he would eat 
us all up." 

"Oh, no;" declared the Scarecrow; "this Lion is a 

"Really?" asked the Mouse. 

"He says so himself," answered the Scarecrow, "and 
he would never hurt anyone who is our friend. If you will 
help us to save him I promise that he shall treat you all 
with kindness," 

"Very well," said the Queen, "we will trust you. But 
what shall we do? " 

"Are there many of these mice which call you Queen 
and are willing to obey you?" 

"Oh, yes; there are thousands," she replied. 

"Then send for them all to come here as soon as possi- 
ble, and let each one bring a long piece of string." 

The Queen turned to the mice that attended her and 
told them to go at once and get all her people. As soon 
as they heard her orders they ran away in every direction 
as fast as possible. 

Permit me to introduce to you her Majesty, tlie Queen." 


**Now," said the Scarecrow to the Tin Woodman, 
"you must go to those trees by the river-side and make a 
truck that will carry the Lion." 

So the Woodman went at once to the trees and began 
to work; and he soon made a truck out of the limbs of 
trees, from which he chopped away all the leaves and 
branches. He fastened it together with wooden pegs and 
made the four wheels out of short pieces of a big tree- 
trunk. So fast and so well did he work that by the time 
the mice began to arrive the truck was all ready for them. 

They came from all directions, and there were thou- 
sands of them: big mice and little mice and middle-sized 
mice; and each one brought a piece of string in his mouth. 
It was about this time that Dorothy woke from her long 
sleep and opened her eyes. She was greatly astonished to 
find herself lying upon the grass, with thousands of mice 
standing around and looking at her timidly. But the 
Scarecrow told her about everything, and turning to the 
dignified little Mouse, he said, 

"Permit me to introduce to you her Majesty, the 

Dorothy nodded gravely and the Queen made a 
courtesy, after which she became quite friendly with the 
little girl. 

The Scarecrow and the Woodman now began to 
fasten the mice to the truck, using the strings they had 
brought. One end of a string was tied around the neck 



of each mouse and the other end to the truck. Of course 

the truck was a thousand times bigger than any of the 

rafice who were to draw it; but when all the mice had been 

^arnessed they were able to pull it quite easily. Even the 

/Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman could sit on it, and were 

dravc^-n s\viftly by their queer little horses to the place 

here the Lion lay asleep. 

fAft^ a great deal of hard work, for the Lion was 
/.,4ieaY^j^tliey, managed to-get te^r^^il^the truck. Then 





the Queen hurriedly gave her people the order to start, for 
she feared if the mice stayed among -ib^^#oppies too long 
they also would fall asleep. ^^^^^;^' -^^ 
?5^ ~ At first the little cfeaturSs" many though they were, 
is^ould hardly stir the heavily loaded truck; but the Wood- 
- man and the Scarecrow both pushed from behind, and 
they got along better. Soon they rolled the Lion out <M 
the poppy bed to the green fields, where he could, breathe 
-the sweet, fresh air again, instead of the poisonous scent o'L 
-tHe flowers. 







Dorothy came to meet them and thanked the little 
mice warmly for saving her companion from death. She 
had grown so fond of the bigf Lion she was glad he had 
been rescued. 

Then the mice were unharnessed from the truck and 
scampered away through the grass to their homes. The 
Queen of the Mice was the last to leave. 

*Tf ever you need us again," she said, "come out into 
the field and call, and we shall hear you and come to your 
assistance. Goodbye!" 

"Good bye!" they all answered, and away the Queen 
ran, while Dorothy held Toto tightly lest he should run after 
her and frighten her. 

After this they sat down beside the Lion until he 
should awaken; and the Scarecrow brought Dorothy some 
fruit from a tree near bA\;^ttiiill(i//i^ for her dinner. 


TKe Gi/&wrdisvrs. 
of tKe G?vte. 








i'^^QME THH^^EFORE the 

Cowardly Lion awakened, for he had lain 

ig" the poppies a long" while, breath- 

^;;,;A}i'^'^''Tng- in their deadly fragrance; but when 

he did open his eyes and roll off the 

truck he W^^ yery glad to find himself still 

, . alive. MMl 

'f-jrafi as fast as 1' could," he said, sitting down and 

^"yawniijt^^'but the flowers were too strong for me. How 

did ydU^get me put?" ''M|iijjii, .. 

^lfen*they' told him or tlie 'field-mice, and how they 

IP jihad gitieroubly saved him from death; and the Cowardly 

r&ioiTRjj^ighed.^nd said, ' ' ' , , 

I fliy'^ '*^*\ave always thought myself very big and terrible; 

^small ihings as flowers came near to killinglhe, 








and such small animals as mice have saved my life. How 
strange it all is! But, comrades, what shall we do now?" 
"We must journey on until we find the road of yellow 
brick again," said Dorothy; "and then we can keep on to 
the Emerald City." 

So, the Lion being fully refreshed, and feeling quite 
himself again, they all started upon 4:he- journey, greatly 
enjoying tlie walk through the; soft, fresh grass; and it was 
nOtlong before they reac^d3h:j0atf of yeifbw T)^^^^ and 
turned aga^;:^^^^i:i6^merald ^S^^where the grej^J^^ 

Oz dwjpllr 

The f^5^ 
paved, now, and the countrf^ abotrt^^s^ 
-i^-was beaiitiful; so that the travelers^ 
rejoiced in leavfng^ the forest far be- 
0-%.:. \ hind, and with it the many danger^'^^^3 
they.^ad in its gloom)i_s^c 


Once more they could see fences built beside the 

but these were painted green, and when they cam 

small house, in which a farmer evidently lived, th.a! 

was painted green. They.passed by several of these house^-ini TTi 

during the afterni3tDn, -and sometimes people came to the 

ctoors and looked at them as if .they would like to asK,.,!.'!^^;.'.^^:''''''' 

questions; but no one came near thenriior spoke to- them H')||M 

J)ecause of the great Lion, of which they were much afraid, 
^he people were all dressed in clothing of a l^^ely e^merald 
^reen coloi^^^'^wore^peaked hats like tho%^f ,^0 
Munchkins. C 

'This must be the Land of Oz," said^Dor(|tliy, ^!,and 
we._are^4ureLy. getting near the Emerald Cit4"^ 
~"^^""'' answered the Scarecrow; "everytliinff is 
ere, while inthe country of the Mui 
^l^avorite color. But the people 
not seem to be as friendly as 
unchkins andl'm afraid we;,shall 
mable to finrd^^^SSlo pa'^ 

o;(^I should like something to eat 
bsides fruit," said the girl, "a 
'm sure Toto is nearly starv 
et us stop at the next house a 
alk to the people.l^/^v^ W 
So, when they canie'to 2t 
rm house, Dorot^^#alked 


boldly up to the door and knocked. A woman opened it 
just far enough to look out, and said, 

"What do you want, child, and why is that great Lion 
with you?" 

"We wish to pass the night with you, if you will allow 
us," answered Dorothy; "and the Lion is my friend and 
comrade, and would not hurt you for the world." 

"Is he tame?" asked the woman, opening the door a 
little wider. 

"Oh, yes;" said the girl, "and he is a great coward, 
too; so that he will be more afraid of you than "you are 
of him." 

"Well," said the woman, after thinking it over and 
taking another peep at the Lion, "if that is the case you 
may come in, and I will give you some supper and a place 
to sleep." 

So they all entered the house, where there were, besides 
the woman, two children and a man. The man had hurt his 
leg, and was lying on the couch in a corner. They seemed 
greatly surprised to see so strange a company, and while 
the woman was busy laying the table the man asked, 

"Where are you all going?" 

"To the Emerald City," said Dorothy, "to see the 
Great Oz." 

"Oh, indeed!" exclaimed the man. "Are you sure 
that Oz will see you?" 

"Why not?" she replied. 



"Why, it is said that he never lets any one come into 
his presence. I have been to the Emerald City many 
times, and it is a beautiful and wonderful place; but I have 
never been permitted to see the Great Oz, nor do I know 
of any living person who has seen him." 

"Does he never go out?" asteed the Scarecrow. 

"Never. He sits day after day in the great throne 
room of his palace, and even those who wait upon him d(|^ 
not see him face to face." \ ^4 zz /^li-i' 

"What is he like? " asked the girl. W^/^' y/(\ 1; |[ 

"That is hard to tell," said the man, thoughttully 
"You see, Oz is a great Wizard, arid can take on any form 
he wishes. So that some say he looks like a bird; and 
some say he looks like an elephant; and some say he looks 
like a cat. To others he appears as a beautifLil,,f^l^yi,Qr a 
brownie, or in any other form that ^ > ^ 
pleases him. But who the real Qz i^,' 
when he is in his own foi^m 
person can tell." 

"That is very strange," said 
thy; "but we must tr>^, in 
some way, to see him, oxv^t 
shall have made^ur|jjou 
ney for nothing."^^ 'si ' ' ! ' 

"Why do you wish tc); 
see the terrible Oz? " asked 
the man. 


"I want him to give me some brains," said the Scare- 
crow, eagerly. 

"Oh, Oz could do that easily enough," declared the 
man. "He has more brains than he needs." 

"And I want him to give me a heart," said the Tin 

"That will not trouble him," continued the man, "for 
Oz has a large collection of hearts, of all sizes and shapes." 

"And I want him to give me courage," said the Cow- 
ardly Lion, 

"Oz keeps a great pot of courage in his throne room," 
said the man, "which he has covered with a golden plate, 
to keep it from running over. He will be glad to give you 

"And I want him to send me back to Kansas," said 

"Where is Kansas?" asked the man, in surprise. 

"I don't know," replied Dorothy, sorrowfully; "but it 
is my home, and I'm sure it's somewhere." 

"Very likely. Well, Oz can do anything; so I suppose 
he will find Kansas for you. But first you must get to see 
him, and that will be a hard task; for the great Wizard 
does not like to see anyone, and he usually has his own 
way. But what do you want?" he continued, speaking to 
Toto. Toto only wagged his tail; for, strange to say, he 
could not speak. 

The woman now called to them that supper was ready. 

" The Lion ate some of the porridge. 


SO they gathered around the table and Dorothy ate some 
dehcious porridge and a dish of scrambled eggs and a 
plate of nice white bread, and enjoyed her meal. The Lion 
ate some of the porridge, but did not care for it, saying it 
was made from oats and oats were food for horses, not for 
lions. The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman ate nothing 
at all. Toto ate a little of everything, and was glad to get 
a good supper again. 

The woman now gave Dorothy a bed to sleep in, and 
Toto lay down beside her, while the Lion guarded the door 
of her room so she might not be disturbed. The Scare- 
crow and the Tin Woodman stood up in a corner and kept 
quiet all night, although of course they could not sleep. 

The next morning, as soon as the sun was up, they 
started on their way, and soon saw a beautiful green glow 
in the sky just before them. 

'That must be the Emerald City," said Dorothy. 

As they walked on, the green glow became brighter 
and brighter, and it seemed that at last they were nearing 
the end of their travels. Yet it was afternoon before they 
came to the great wall that surrounded the City. It was 
high, and thick, and of a bright green color. 

In front of them, and at the end of the road of yellow 
brick, was a big gate, all studded with emeralds that glit- 
tered so in the sun that even the painted eyes of the Scare- 
crow were dazzled by their brilliancy. 

There was a bell beside the gate, and Dorothy pushed 



the button and heard a silvery tinkle sound within. Then 
the big gate swung slowly open, and they all passed 
through and found themselves in a high arched room, the 
walls of which glistened with countless emeralds. 

Before them stood a little man about the same size 
as the Munchkins. He was clothed all in green, from his 
head to his feet, and even his skin was of a greenish tint. 
At his side was a large green box. 

When he saw Dorothy and her companions the man 

"What do you wish in the Emerald City?" 
"We came here to see the Great Oz," said Dorothy. 
The man was so surprised at this answer that he sat 
do\An to think it over. 

"It has been many years since anyone asked me to see 
Oz," he said, shaking his head in perplexity. "He is power- 
ful and terrible, and if you come on an idle or foolish 
errand to bother the wise reflections of the Great Wizard, 
he might be angry and destroy you all in an instant." 



"But it is not a foolish errand, nor an idle ori^," re- 
plied the Scarecrow; "it is important. And we h,m,^Sten 
told that Oz is a good Wizard." _^: 4^^^ 1^ 

"So he is," said the green man; "and Ife'^Ssfe^he 
Emerald City wisely and well. But to those who are not 
honest, or who approach him from curiosity, he is most 
terrible, and few have ever dared ask to see his face. I 
am the Guardian of the Gates, and since you demand to 
see the Great Oz I must take you to his palace. 5^>iit first 
you must put on the spectacles." ^^^^^ ' 

"Why?" asked Dorothy. ' Wll0<. 

"Because if you did not wear spectacles the^ brightness 
and glory of the Emerald City would blind you. Even 
those who live in the City must wear spectacles nig"ht and 
day. They are all locked on, for Oz so ordered it when 
the City w^as first built, and I have the only key- that will 
unlock them." 

He opened the big box, and Dorothy saw that it was 
filled with spectacles of every size 
and shape. All of them had green 
glasses in them. The Guardian 
of the gates found a pair that 
would just fit Dorothy and put 
them over her eyes. There were 


two golden bands fastened to them that passed around 
the back of her head, where they were locked together by 
a little key that was at the end of a chain the Guardian of 
the Gates wore around his neck. When they were on, 
Dorothy could not take them off had she wished, but of 
course she did not want to be blinded by the glare of the 
Emerald City, so she said nothing. 

Then the green man fitted spectacles for the Scare- 
crow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion, and even on 
little Toto; and all were locked fast with the key. 

Then the Guardian of the Gates put on his own 
glasses and told them he was ready to show them to the 
palace. Taking a big golden key from a peg on the wall 
he opened another gate, and they all followed him through 
the portal into the streets of the Emerald City. 

CN&vpter XL 
TKe Woi\derfi/l 

ErcN^erswld City of OX. 



protected by the 
green spectacles 
Dorothy and her friends were at 
first dazzled by the brilliancy of 
the wonderful City. The streets 
were lined with beautiful houses 
of g-reen marble and studded everywhere with 
sparkling emeralds. They walked over a pavement of the 
same green marble, and where the blocks were joined to- 
gether were rows of emeralds, set closely, and glittering in 
the brightness of the sun. The window panes were of 
green glass; even the sky above the City had a green tint, 
and the rays of the sun were green. 

There were many people, men, women and children, 


walking- about, and these were all dressed in green clothes 
and had greenish skins. They looked at Dorothy and her 
strangely assorted company with wondering eyes, and the 
children all ran away and hid behind their mothers when 
they saw the Lion; but no one spoke to them. Many 
shops stood in the street, and Dorothy saw that everything 
in them was g^reen. Green candy and g^reen pop-corn were 
offered for sale, as well as g^reen shoes, green hats and 
green clothes of all sorts. At one place a man was selling 
green lemonade, and when the children bought it Dorothy 
could see that they paid for it with g"reen pennies. 

There seemed to be no horses nor animals of any 
kind; the men carried things around in little green carts, 
which they pushed before them. Everyone seemed happy 
and contented and prosperous. 

The Guardian of the Gates led them through the 
streets until they came to a big building, exactly in the 
middle of the City, which was the Palace of Oz, the Great 
Wizard. There was a soldier before the door, dressed in 
a green uniform and wearing a long green beard. 

"Here are strangers," said the Guardian of the Gates 
to him, "and they demand to see the Great Oz." 

"Step inside," answered the soldier, "and I will carry 
your message to him." 

So they passed through the Palace gates and were 
led into a big room with a g^reen carpet and lovely green 
furniture set with emeralds. The soldier made them all 

"Oh, no;" returned the soldier; "I 
j^e never seen him. But I spoke to 
lim as he sat behind his screen, and| 
igave him your message. He says he 
will grant you an audience, if you so de- 
sire; but each one of you must enter his 
presence alone, and he will admit but 
,one each day. Therefore, as you must 
Remain in the Palace for several days, I 
J have you shown to rooms where 
l^|nay rest in comfort after your 
,^ ^ JOTirney." 

rt%^.Cii:U^ "Thank you," replied the girl; "that 
i^very kind of Oz." 

'The soldier now blew upon a green 
whistle, and at once a young girl, dressed 
in a pretty green silk gown, entered the 


I, / 


rooi^^fee had lovely g^reen hair and green eyes, and she 
bow^xIi;|#jfeefore Dorothy as she said, 

I will show you your room." 

i good-bye to all her friends except 

dog" in her arms followed the green 

Lssages and up three flights of stairs 

)om at the front of the Palace. It 

)om in the world, with a soft, com- 

iets of green silk and a green vel- 

Iwas a tiny' fountain in the middle 

a,y idt^reen perfume into the 

:^|^aptifull>^'-(^rved green marble 

"')^(ii in the windows, and 

little green books. When 

books she found them full 

M8^h| they were so 

rf!ffrt diffiSStei made of silk 
tted Dorothy 

;lie gra 
Qg Wi 

t'tJaGk t!o theothersj 
one of them found 
t of the Palace. Of 

\v^i?;: wasted -pn the Scarecrow; for 

Miliiiil^l " 



when he found himself alone in his room he stood stupidly 

in one spot, just within the doorway, to wait till morning. , 

It would not rest him to lie down, and '^^\)iJIM close 

his eyes; so he remained all night staring" at a little spider 

which was weaving its web in a earner of ,th<? room, just as 

if it were not ^e of the most wonderfoaf rooms in the 

world. The TJin^ Woodman lay down on his bed from 

force of habit, f(ir he remembered when he was made of 

flesh; but not being able to sleep he passed the night 

moving his joints up and down to make sure they kept ii||! 

good working f^rder. The Lion would have preferred a 

bed of dried /Jeeves in the forest, and did not like being 

shut up in a/i"o|m; but he had too much sense to let this 

worry him,'i$j^ ie sprang upon the bed and rolled himself 

' ' ' I' 
up like a eat and purred himself asleep in a minute. 

The next morning, after breakfast, the green maiden 
came to fetch Dorothy, and she dressed her ilXv/WJC of the 
prettiest gowns made of green brocaded satiri: ''^Dorothy 
put/^ a green silk apron and tied a green rib- 
bci'ri around'Tqt^" neck, and they started for the 
Throne Rjpom |||th^Great Oz. 

Firsjf^they came to a great hall in which 
were mar|^ Jadies and gentlemen of the court, 
all dresse^fejTJchppstumes. 
ThegT^eopie R^^ nothing 
to do to each other, 
but they m'^'^-ys came to 


wait outside the Throne Room every morning, although 
they were never permitted to see Oz. As Dorothy entered 
they looked at her curiously, and one of them whispered, 

"Are you really going to look upon the face of Oz the 

"Of course," answered the girl, "if he will see me." 

"Oh, he will see you," said the soldier who had taken 
her message to the Wizard, "although he does not like to 
have people ask to see him. Indeed, at first he was angry, 
and said I should send you back where you came from. 
Then he asked me what you looked like, and when I men- 
tioned your silver shoes he was very much interested. At 
last I told him about the mark upon your forehead, and he 
decided he would admit you to his presence." 

Just then a bell rang, and the green girl said to 

"That is the signal. You must go into the Throne 
Room alone." 

She opened a little door and Dorothy walked boldly 
through and found herself in a wonderful place. It was a 
big, round room with a high arched roof, and the walls and 
ceiling and floor were covered with large emeralds set 
closely together. In the center of the roof was a great 
light, as bright as the sun, which made the emeralds 
sparkle in a wonderful manner. 

But what interested Dorothy most was the big throne 
of green marble that stood in the middle of the room. It 

The Eyes looked at her thoughtfully." 


was shaped like a chair and sparkled with gems, as did 
everything else. In the center of the chair was an enor- 
mous Head, without body to support it or any arms or legs 
whatever. There was no hair upon this head, but it had 
eyes and nose and mouth, and was bigger than the head 
of the biggest giant. 

As Dorothy gazed upon this in wonder and fear the 
eyes turned slowly and looked at her sharply and steadily. 
Then the mouth moved, and Dorothy heard a voice say: 

"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Who are you, and 
why do you seek me?" 

It was not such an awful voice as she had expected 
to come from the big Head; so she took courage and 

"I am Dorothy, the Small and Meek. I have come to 
you for help." 

The eyes looked at her thoughtfully for a full minute. 
Then said the voice: 

"Where did you get the silver shoes?" 

"I got them from the wicked Witch of the East, when 
my house fell on her and killed her," she replied. 

"Where did you get the mark upon your forehead?" 
continued the voice. 

"That is where the good Witch of the North kissed 
me when she bade me good-bye and sent me to you," said 
the girl. 

Again the eyes looked at her sharply, and they saw 
she was telling the truth. Then Oz asked. 


"What do you wish me to do?" 

"Send me back to Kansas, where my Aunt Em and 
Uncle Henry are," she answered, earnestly. "I don't like 
your country, although it is so beautiful. And I am sure 
Aunt Em will be dreadfully worried over my being- away 
so long." 

The eyes winked three times, and then they turned 
up to the ceiling and down to the floor and rolled around 
so queerly that they seemed to see every part of the room. 
And at last they looked at Dorothy again. 

"Why should I do this for you?" asked Oz. 

"Because you are strong and I am weak; because you 
are a Great Wizard and I am only a helpless little girl," 
she answered. 

"But you were strong enough to kill the wicked 
Witch of the East," said Oz. 

"That just happened," returned Dorothy, simply; "I 
could not help it." 

"Well," said the Head, "I will give you my answer. 
You have no right to expect me to send you back to Kan- 
sas unless you do something for me in return. In this 
country everyone must pay for everything he gets. If 
you wish me to use my magic power to send you home 
again you must. do something for me first. Help me and 
I will help you." 

"What must I do? " asked the girl. 

"Kill the wicked Witch of the West," answered 0/ 



"But I cannot!" exclaimed Dorothy, greatly surprised. 

"You killed the Witch of the East and you wear the 
silver shoes, which bear a powerful charm. There is now 
but one Wicked Witch left in all this land, and when you 
can tell me she is dead I will send you back to Kansas 
but not before." 

The little girl began to weep, she was so much disap- 
pointed; and the eyes winked again and looked upon her 
anxiously, as if the Great Oz felt that she could help him 
if she w^ould. 

'T never killed anything, willingly," she sobbed; "and 
even if I wanted to, how could I kill the Wicked Witch? 
If you, who are Great and Terrible, cannot kill her your- 
self, how do you expect me to do it? " 

"I do not know," said the Head; "but 
that is my answer, and until the Wicked 
Witch dies you will not see your Uncle 
and Aunt again. Remember that the 
Witch is Wicked tremendously Wicked 
and ought to be killed. Now go, and 
do not ask to see me again until you 
have done your 

Dorothy left the 
Throne Room 
and went back 



where the Lion and the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman 
were waiting to hear what Oz had said to her. 

"There is no hope for me," she said, sadly, '*for Oz will 
not send me home until I have killed the Wicked Witch 
of the West; and that I can never do." 

Her friends were sorry, but could do nothing to help 
her; so she went to her own room and lay down on the bed 
and cried herself to sleep. 

The next morning the soldier with the green whis- 
kers came to the Scarecrow and said, 

"Come with me, for Oz has sent for you." 

So the Scarecrow followed him and was admitted 
into the great Throne Room, where he saw, sitting in the 
emerald throne, a most lovely lady. She was dressed 
in green silk gauze and wore upon her flowing green locks 
a crown of jewels. Growing from her shoulders were 
wings, gorgeous in color and so light that they fluttered if 
the slightest breath of air reached them. 

When the Scarecrow had bowed, as prettily as his 
straw stuffing would let him, before this beautiful creature, 
she looked upon him sweetly, and said, 

'T am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Who are you, and 
why do you seek me?" 

Now the Scarecrow, who had expected to see the 
great Head Dorothy had told him of, was much astonished; 
but he answered her bravely. 

"I am only a Scarecrow, stuffed with straw. There- 



fore I have no brains, and I come to you praying that you 
will put brains in my head instead of straw, so that I may 
become as much a man as any other in your dominions." 

"Why should I do this for you?" asked the lady. 

"Because you are wise and powerful, and no one else 
can help me," answered the Scarecrow. 

"I never grant favors without some return," said Oz; 
"but this much I will promise. If you will kill for me the 
Wicked Witch of the West I will bestow upon you a 
great many brains, and such good brains that you will be 
the wisest man in all the Land of Oz." 

"I thought you asked Dorothy to kill the Witch," said 
the Scarecrow, in surprise. 

"So I did. I don't care who kills her. But 
until she is dead I will not grant your wish. Now 
go, and do not seek me again until you have 
earned the brains you so greatly desire." 

The Scarecrow went sorrowfully back to his 
friends and told them what Oz had said; 
and Dorothy was surprised to find that 
the great Wizard was not a Head, as she ^;:3}r 
had seen him, but a lovely lady. 

"All the same," said the Scare- 
crow, "she needs a heart as much as 
the Tin Woodman." 

On the next morning the sol- 
dier with the green whiskers came 
to the Tin Woodman and said, 


"Oz has sent for you. Follow me," 
So the Tin Woodman followed him and came to the 
great Throne Room. He did not know whether he 
would find Oz a lovely lady or a Head, but he hoped it 
would be the lovely lady. "For," he said to himself, 
"if it is the Head, I am sure I shall not be given a heart, 
since a head has no heart of its own and therefore cannot 
feel for me. But if it is the lovely lady I shall beg hard 
for a heart, for all ladies are themselves said to be kindly 

But when the Woodman entered the great Throne 
Room he saw neither the Head nor the Lady, for Oz had 
taken the shape of a most terrible Beast. It was nearly as 
big as an elephant, and the green throne seemed hardly 
strong enough to hold its weight. The Beast had a head 
like that of a rhinoceros, only there were five eyes in its 
face. There were five long arms growing out of its body 
and it also had five long, slim legs. Thick, woolly hair 
covered every part of it, and a more dreadful looking 
monster could not be imagined. It was fortunate the Tin 
Woodman had no heart at that moment, for it would have 
beat loud and fast from terror. But being only tin, the 
Woodman was not at all afraid, although he was much 

"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible," spake the Beast, in 
a voice that was one great roar. "Who are you, and why 
do you seek me?" 



"I am a Woodman, and made of tin. Therefore I 
have no heart, and cannot love. I pray you to give me 
a heart that I may be as other men are." 

"Why should I do this?" demanded the Beast. 

"Because I ask it, and you alone can grant my re- 
quest," answered the Woodman. 

Oz gave a low growl at this, but said, gruffly, 

"If you indeed desire a heart, you must earn it." 

"How?" asked the Woodman. 

"Help Dorothy to kill the Wicked Witch of the West," 
replied the Beast. "When the Witch is dead, come to me, 
and I will then give you the biggest and kindest and most 
loving heart in all the Land of Oz." 

So the Tin Woodman was forced to return sorrow- 
fully to his friends and tell them of the terrible Beast he 
had seen. They all wondered greatly at the many forms 
the great Wizard could take upon himself, and the Lion 
said, 1 1 

"If he is a beast when I go to see him, I 
shall roar my loudest, and so frighten him 
that he will grant all I ask. And if he is the 
lovely lady, I shall pretend to spring upon 
her, and so compel her to do my bidding. 
And if he is the great Head, he will be" at 
my mercy; for I will roll this head all aboutj 
the room until he promises to give us what 
we desire. So be of good cheer rny friends; 
for all will yet be ^vell." _ 

? V 

K/;M^Q^^RFW WIZARD o^ oz. 

V / 

ardTind isai 

the/green whiskers 
ind bade/Him 

Lhr6ugh the door, and g^fanc- 

Jfe'e, that before the throne was 

^^^^^^^\^Vk\^ Ifjfffff/^^ glowing he could scarcely 

\b^ar XQ'^l^t^ipoMsL{''^^ thought was that Oz had 

toy accident caught on fire and was burning up; but, when 

We tried to go nearer, the heat was so intense that it singed ^^ 

his whiskers, and he crept back^trembling^ly toa s^ot near^^v- 

Then a low, quiet voice/0at^^^bm the Ball of Fire, 

y^di these ..wJe the w ords it spokerHl! 
^^^"I am Oz, the Great an^^i^^i" 
ble.^^^Who are you, and why doybu 

seek me?" And the Lion answered, . 

"I am a Cowardly Lion, afraid" 
of evei*ything. I come to you to 
beg that you give me courage, so 
that in reality I may become the 
King of Beasts, as men call me." 

'Why should I give you cour- " ^^ 
re?" demanded Oz.J^^v;\" 
s^'^.Because of all Wizards you 
are^ the greatest, and alone have 
power to grant my request," an- 




The Ball of Fire burned fiercely for a time, and the 
voice said, 

''Bring me proof that the Wicked Witch- is dead, and 
that moment I will give you courage. But so long as the 
Witch lives you must remain a coward." 

The Lion was angry at this speech, but could say 
nothing in reply, and while he stood silently gazing at the 
Ball of Fire it became so furiously hot that he turned tail 
and rushed from the room. He was glad to find his friends 
waiting for him, and told them of his terrible interview 
with the Wizard. 

"What shall we do now?" asked Dorothy, sadly. 

"There is only one thing we can do," returned the 
Lion, "and that is to go to the land of the Winkles, seek 
out the Wicked W^itch, and destroy her." 

"But suppose we cannot?" said the girl. 

"Then I shall never have courage," declared the Lion. 

"And I shall never have brains," added the Scarecrow. 

"And I shall never have a heart," spoke the Tin 

"And I shall never see Aunt Em and Uncle Henry," 
said Dorothy, beginning to cry. 

"Be careful!" cried the green girl, "the tears will fall 
on your green silk gown, and spot it." 

So Dorothy dried her eyes and said, 

"I suppose we must try it; but I am sure I do not want 
to kill anybody, even to see Aunt Em again." 


"I will go with you; but I'm too much of a coward to 
kill the Witch," said the Lion. 

"I will go too," declared the Scarecrow; "but I shall 
not be of much help to you, I am such a fool." 

"I haven't the heart to harm even a Witch," remarked 
the Tin Woodman; "but if you go I certainly shall go with 

Therefore it was decided to start upon their journey 
the next morning, and the Woodman sharpened his axe 
on a green grindstone and had all his joints properly oiled. 
The Scarecrow stuffed himself with fresh straw and Doro- 
thy put new paint on his eyes that he might see better. 
The green girl, who was very kind to them, filled Doro- 
thy's basket with good things to eat, and fastened a little 
bell around Toto's neck with a green ribbon. 

They went to bed quite early and slept soundly until' 
daylight, when they w^ere awakened by the crowing of a 
green cock that lived in the back yard of the palace, and 
the cackling of a hen that had laid a green egg. 

TKe Se^vrcK for tKe 
WicKed WitcK 





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" The Soldier with the green whiskers led them through the streets. 

green whiskers led them 
through the streets of the 
Emerald City until they reached the 
room where the Guardian of the Gates 
lived. This officer unlocked their spec- 
tacles to put them back in his great box, 
and then he politely opened the gate 
for our friends. 
"Which road leads to the Wicked Witch of the West?" 
asked Dorothy. 

"There is no road," answered the Guardian 
Gates; "no one ever wishes to go that way." 

"How, then, are we to find her?" enquire^He g 









"That will be easy," replied the man; "for when she 
knows^ you are in the Country of the Winkies she will find 
you, and make you all her slaves." 

: ^"Perhaps not," said the Scarecrow, "for we mean to 


.. A, "On, ^thatls^ different," said the Guardian of the Gates. 

^^-5^,//' \ "No one has ever destroyed her before, so 

'^y^\ I naturally thought she would make slaves 

:Qtyou, as she has of all the rest. But take 

J care^ for she is wicked and fierce, and may 

not allow you to destroy her. Keep to the 

West, where the sun sets, and you cannot 

faihto find her." 

They thanked him and bade him good- 
-bye, and turned toward the West, walking- 
over fields of soft grass dotted here and 
there with daisies and buttercups. Dorothy 
still wore the pretty silk dress she had put on 
,in the palace, but now, to her surprise, she 
found it was no longer green, but pure white. 
The ribbon around Toto's neck had also lost 
. its green color and w^as as white as Doro- 
thy's dress. 

The Emerald City was soon left far 
behind. As they advanced the ground be- 
came rougher and hillier, for there were 
no farms nor houses in this country of the 
Westy and the ground was untilled. 


In the afternoon the sun shone hot in their faces, for 
there were no trees to offer them shade; so that before 
night Dorothy and Toto and the Lion were tired, and lay 
down upon the grass and fell asleep, with the Woodman 
and the Scarecrow keeping watch. 

Now the Wicked Witch of the West had but one 
eye, yet that was as powerful as a telescope, and could see 
everywhere. So, as she sat in the door of her castle, she 
happened to look around and saw Dorothy lying asleep, 
with her friends all about her. They were a long distance 
off, but the Wicked Witch was angry to find them in her 
country; so she blew upon a silver whistle that hung 
around her neck. 

At once there came running to her from all directions 
a pack of great wolves. They had long legs and fierce 
eyes and sharp teeth. 

"Go to those people," said the Witch, "and tear them 
to pieces." 

"Are you not going to make them your slaves?" 
asked the leader of the wolves. 

"No," she answered, "one is of tin, and one of straw; one 
is a girl and another a Lion. None of them is fit to 
work, so you may tear them into small pieces." 

"Very well," said the wolf, and he dashed away at full 
speed, followed by the others. 

It was lucky the Scarecrow and the Woodman were 
wide awake and heard the wolves coming. 



"This is my fight," said the Woodman; "so get behind 
me and I will meet them as they come." 

He seized his axe, which he had made very sharp, 
and as the leader of the wolves came on the Tin Wood- 
man swung- his arm and chopped the wolf's head from its 
body, so that it immediately died. As soon as he could 
raise his axe another wolf came up, and he also fell under 
the sharp edge of the Tin Woodman's weapon. There 
were forty wolves, and forty times a wolf was killed; so 
that at last they all lay dead in a heap before the 

Then he put down his axe and sat beside the Scare- 
crow, who said, 

*Tt was a good fight, friend." 

They waited until Dorothy a^voke the next morning. 
The little girl was quite frightened when she saw the great 
pile of shaggy wolves, but the Tin Woodman told her all. 

She thanked him for sav- 
ing them and sat down 
to breakfast, after which 
they started again upon 
their journey. 

Now this same morn- 
ing the Wicked Witch 
came to the door of her 
castle and looked out 
with her 


one eye that could see afar off. She saw all her wolves 
lying- dead, and the strangers still travelling through her 
country. This made her angrier than before, and she blew 
her silver whistle twice. 

Straightway a great flock of wild crows came flying 
toward her, enough to darken the sky. And the Wicked 
Witch said to the King Crow, 

"Fly at once to the strangers; peck out their eyes and 
tear them to pieces." 

The wild crows flew in one great flock toward Doro- 
thy and her companions. When the little girl saw them 
coming she was afraid. But the Scarecrow said, 

''This is my battle; so lie do.wn beside me and you will 
not be harmed." 

So they all lay upon the ground except the Scare- 
crow, and he stood up and stretched out his arms. And 
when the crows saw him they were frightened, as these 
birds always are by scarecrows, and did not dare to come 
any nearer. But the King Crow said, 

"It is only a stuffed man. I will peck his eyes out." 

The King Crow flew at the Scarecrow, who caught it 
by the head and twisted its neck until it died. And then 
another crow flew at him, and the Scarecrow twisted its 
neck also. There were forty crows, and forty times the 
Scarecrow twisted a neck, until at last all were lying dead 
beside him. Then he called to his companions to rise, and 
again they went upon their journey. 



When the Wicked Witch looked out again 
and saw all her crows lying in a heap, she got 
into a terrible rage, and blew three times upon 
her silver whistle. 

Forthwith there was heard a great buzzing in the 
air, and a swarm of black bees came flying towards her. 
"Go to the strangers and sting them to death! " com- 
manded the Witch, and the bees turned and flew rapidly 
until they came to where Dorothy and her friends were 
walking. But the Woodman had seen them coming and 
the Scarecrow had decided what to do. 

"Take out my straw and scatter it over the little girl 

and the dog and the lion," he said to the Woodman, 

"and the bees cannot sting them." This the Woodman 

did, and as Dorothy lay close beside the 

Lion and held Toto in her arms, the straw 

covered them entirely. 

The bees came and found no one but 
the Woodman to sting, so they flew at him 
and broke off all their stings against the tin, 
without hurting the Woodman at all. And 
as bees cannot live when their stings are 
broken that was the end of the black bees, and 
they lay scattered thick about the Woodman, 
like little heaps of fine coal. 

Then Dorothy and the Lion got up, and 
the girl helped the Tin Woodman put the 


straw back into the Scarecrow again, until he was as 
good as ever. So they started upon their journey onc^, 

The Wicked Witch was so angry when she saw her 
black bees in little heaps like fine coal that she stamped 
her foot and tore her hair and gnashed her teeth. And 
then she called a dozen of her slaves, who were the 
Wlnkies, and gave them sharp spears, telling them to go 
to the strangers and destroy them. 

The Winkles were not a brave people, but they had 
to do as they were told; so they marched away until they 
came near to Dorothy. Then the Lion gave a great roar 
and sprang toward them, and the poor Winkles were so 
frightened that they ran back as fast as they could. 

When they returned to the castle the Wicked Witch 
beat them well with a strap, and sent them back to their 
work, after which she sat down to think what she should do 
next. She could not understand how all her plans to de- 
stroy these strangers had failed; but she was a powerful 
W^itch, as well as a wicked one, and she soon made up her 
mind how to act. 

There was, in her cupboard, a Golden Cap, with a 
circle of diamonds and rubies running round it. This 
Golden Cap had a charm. Whoever owned it could call 
three times upon the Winged Monkeys, who would obey 
any order they were given. But no person could com- 
mand these strange creatures more than three times. 




Twice already the Wicked Witch had used the charm of 
the Cap. Once was when she had made the Winkies her 
slaves, and set herself to rule over their country. The 
Winged Monkeys had helped her do this. The second 
time was when she had fought against the Great Oz him- 
self, and driven him out of the land of the West. The 
Winged Monkeys had also helped her in doing this. Only 
once more could she use this Golden Cap, for which rea- 
son she did not like to do so until all her other powers 
were exhausted. But now that her fierce wolves and her 
wild crows and her stinging bees were gone, and 
her slaves had been scared away by the Cow- 
ardly Lion, she saw there was only one way left 
to destroy Dorothy and her friends. 

So the Wicked W^itch took the Golden Cap 
from her cupboard and placed it upon her head. 
Then she stood upon her left foot and 
said, slowly, 

"Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!" 

ext she stood upon her right foot 

"Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!" 
After this she stood upon 
both feet and cried in a loud 

"Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!" 
Now the charm began 



to work. The sky was darkened, and a low rumbling 
sound was heard in the air. There was a rushing of many 
wings; a great chattering and laughing; and the sun came 
out of the dark sky to show the Wicked Witch surrounded 
by a crowd of monkeys, each with a pair of immense and 
powerful wings on his shoulders. 

One, much bigger than the others, seemed to be their 
leader. He flew close to the Witch and said, 

"You have called us for the third and last time. What 
do you command? " 

"Go to the strangers who are within my land and de- 
stroy them all except the Lion," said the Wicked Witch. 
"Bring that beast to me, for I have a mind to harness him 
like a horse, and make him work." 

"Your commands shall be obeyed," said the leader; 
and then, with a great deal of chattering and noise, the 
Winged Monkeys flew away to the place where Dorothy 
and her friends were walking. 


Some of the Monkeys seized the Tin Woodman and 
carried him through the air until they were over a country 
thickly covered with sharp rocks. Here they dropped the 
poor Woodman, who fell a great distance to the rocks, 
where he lay so battered and dented that he could neither 
move nor groan. 

Others of the Monkeys caught the Scarecrow, and 
with their long fingers pulled all of the straw out of his 
clothes and head. They made his hat and boots and 
clothes into a small bundle and threw it into the top 
branches of a tall tree. 

The remaining Monkeys threw pieces of stout rope 
around the Lion and wound many coils about his body 
and head and legs, until he was unable to bite or scratch 
or struggle in any way. Then they lifted him up and flew 
away with him to the Witch's castle, where he was placed 
in a small yard with a high iron fence around it, so that 
he could not escape. 

But Dorothy they did not harm at all. She stood, 
with Toto in her arms, watching the sad fate of her com- 
rades and thinking it would soon be her turn. The leader 
of the Winged Monkeys flew up to her, his long, hairy 
arms stretched out and his ugly face grinning terriby ; but he 
saw the mark of the Good Witch's kiss upon her forehead 
and stopped short, motioning the others not to touch her. 
"We dare not harm this little girl," he said to them, 
"for she is protected by the Power of Good, and that is 



greater than the Power of Evil. All we can do is to carry 
her to the castle of the Wicked Witch and leave her there." 

So, carefully and gently, they lifted Dorothy in their 
arms and carried her swiftly through the air until they 
came to the castle, where they set her down upon the 
front door step. Then the leader said to the Witch, 

"We have obeyed you as far as we were able. The 
Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow are destroyed, and the 
Lion is tied up in your yard. The little girl we dare not 
harm, nor the dog she carries in her arms. Your power 
over our band is now ended, and you will never see us 

Then all the Winged Monkeys, with much laughing 
and chattering and noise, flew into the air and were soon 
out of sight. 

The Wicked Witch was both surprised and worried 
when she saw the mark on Dorothy's forehead, for she 




knew well that neither the Winged Monkeys nor she, her- 
self, dare hurt the girl in any way. She looked down at 
Dorothy's feet, and seeing the Silver Shoes, began to 
tremble with fear, for she knew what a powerful charm 
belonged to them. At first the Witch was tempted to run 
away from Dorothy; but she happened to look into the 
child's eyes and saw how simple the soul behind them 
was, and that th^ little girl did not know of the wonderful 
power the Silver Shoes gave her. So the Wicked Witch 
laughed to herself, and thought, "I can still make her my 
slave, for she does not know how to use her power." Then 
she said to Dorothy, harshly and severely, 

"Come with me; and see that you mind everything I 
tell you, for if you do not I will make an end of you, as I 
did of the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow." 

Dorothy followed her through many of the beautiful 
rooms in her castle until they came to the kitchen, where 
the Witch bade her clean the pots and kettles and sweep 
the floor and keep the fire fed with wood. 

Dorothy went to work meekly, with her mind made 
up to work as hard as she could; for she was glad the 
Wicked Witch had decided not to kill her. 

With Dorothy hard at w^ork the Witch thought she 
would go into the court-yard and harness the Cowardly 
Lion like a horse; it would amuse her, she was sure, to 
make him draw her chariot whenever she wished to go to 
drive. But as she opened the gate the Lion gave a loud 

" The Monkeys wound many coils about his body." 


roar and bounded at her so fiercely that the Witch was 
afraid, and ran out and shut the gate again. 

"If I cannot harness you," said the Witch to the Lion, 
speaking through the bars of the gate, "I can starve you. 
You shall have nothing to eat until you do as I wish." 

So after that she took no food to the imprisoned Lion; 
but every day she came to the gate at noon and asked, 
"Are you ready to be harnessed like a horse? " 

And the Lion would answer, 
"No. If you come in this yard I will bite you." 

The reason the Lion did not have to do as the Witch 
wished was that every night, while the woman was asleep 
Dorothy carried him food from the cupboard. After he 
had eaten he would lie do^vn on his bed of straw, and Doro- 
thy would lie beside him and put her head on his soft, 
shaggy mane, while they talked of their troubles and tried 
to plan some way to escape. But they could find no way 
to get out of the castle, for it was constantly guarded by 
the yellow Winkies, who were the slaves of the Wicked 
Witch and too afraid of her not to do as she told them. 

The girl had to work hard during the day, and often 
the Witch threatened to beat her with the same old um- 
brella she always carried in her hand. But, in truth, she 
did not dare to strike Dorothy, because of the mark upon 
her forehead. The child did not know this, and was full of 
fear for herself and Toto. Once the Witch struck Toto a 
blow with her umbrella and the brave little dog flew at her 


and bit her leg, in return. The Witch did not bleed where 
she was bitten, for she was so wiciced that the bood in her 
had dried up many years before. 

Dorothy's Hfe became very sad as she grew to under- 
stand that it would be harder than ever to get back to 
Kansas and Aunt Em again. Sometimes she w^ould cry 
bitterly for hours, with Toto sitting at her feet and looking 
into her face, whining dismally to show how sorry he was 
for his little mistress. Toto did not really care whether he 
was in Kansas or the Land of Oz so long as Dorothy was 
with him; but he knew the little girl was unhappy, and 
that made him unhappy too. 

Now the Wicked Witch had a great longing to have 
for her own the Silver Shoes which the girl always wore. 
Her Bees and her Crows and her Wolves were lying in 
heaps and drying up, and she had used up all the power of 
the Golden Cap; but if should could only get hold of the 
Silver Shoes they would give her more power than all the 
other things she had lost. She watched Dorothy carefully,- 
to see if she ever took off her shoes, thinking she might 
steal them. But the child was so proud of her pretty shoes 
that she never took them off except at night and when she 
took her bath. The Witch was too much afraid of the 
dark to dare go in Dorothy's room at night to take the 
shoes, and her dread of water was greater than her fear of 
the dark, so she never came near when Dorothy was bath- 
ing. Indeed, the old Witch never touched water, nor ever 
let water touch her in any way. 



But the wicked creature was very cunning, and she 
finally thought of a trick that would give her what she 
wanted. She placed a bar of iron in the middle of the 
kitchen floor, and then by her magic arts made the iron 
invisible to human eyes. So that when Dorothy walked 
across- the floor she stumbled over the bar, not being able 
to see it, and fell at full length. She was not much hurt, 
but in her fall one of the Silver Shoes came off, and before 
she could reach it the Witch had snatched it away and put 
it on her own skinny foot. 

The wicked woman was greatly pleased with the 
success of her trick, for as long as she had one of the 
shoes she owned half the power of their charm, and Doro- 
thy could not use it against her, even had 
she known how to do so. 

The little girl, seeing she had lost one 
of her pretty shoes, grew angry, 
and said to the Witch, 

''Give me back my shoe! " 

"I will not," retorted the 
Witch, "for it is now my shoe, 
and not yours." ' 

"You are a wicked creature!" 
cried Dorothy. "You have no right to take 
my shoe from me." 

"I shall keep it, just the same," said 
the Witch, laughing at her. 


"and some day I shall get the other one from you, 

This made Dorothy so very angry that she picked up 
the bucket of water that stood near and dashed it over the 
Witch, wetting her from head to foot. 

Instantly the wicked woman gave a loud cry of fear; 
and then, as Dorothy looked at her in wonder, the Witch 
began to shrink and fall away. 

"See what you have done!" she screamed. "In a 
minute I shall melt away." 

"I'm very sorry, indeed," said Dorothy, who was truly 
frightened to see the Witch actually melting away like 
brown sugar before her very eyes. 

"Didn't you know water would be the end of me?" 
asked the Witch, in a wailing, despairing voice. 

"Of course not," answered Dorothy; "how should I?" 

"Well, in a few minutes I shall be all melted, and you 
will have the castle to yourself. I have been wicked in 
my day, but I never thought a little girl like you would 
ever be able to melt me and end my wicked deeds. Look 
out here I go! " 

With these words the Witch fell down in a brown, 
melted, shapeless mass and began to spread over the clean 
boards of the kitchen floor. Seeing that she had really 
melted away to nothing, Dorothy drew another bucket of 
water and threw it over the mess. She then swept it all 
out the door. After picking out the silver shoe, which 



was all that was left of the old woman, she cleaned and 
dried it with a cloth, and put it on her foot again. Then, 
being at last free to do as she chose, she ran out to the 
court-yard to tell the Lion that the Wicked Witch of the 
West had come to an end, and that they were no longer 
Drisoners in a strange land. 



much pleased to hear that the 

Wicked W^itch had been melted by 

a bucket of water, and Dorothy at once 

unlocked the gate of his prison and set 

f^ii ^H him free. They went in together to the 

castle, where Dorothy's first act was to 
call all the Winkles together and tell them that they were 
no longer slaves.:^;>^i 

There was great rejoicing among the yellow Winkles, 
for they had been made to work hard during many years 
for the Wicked Witch, who had always treated them with 
great cruelty. They kept this day as a holiday, then and 
ever after, and spent the time in feasting and dancing. 
"If our friends, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, 


were only with us,'' said the Lion, "I should be quite 

"Don't you suppose we could rescue them?" asked 
the girl, anxiously. 

"We can try," answered the Lion. 
So they called the yellow Winkies and asked them if 
they would help to rescue their friends, and the Winkies 
said that they would be delighted to do all in their power 
for Dorothy, who had set them free from bondage. So 
she chose a number of the Winkies who looked as if 
they knew the most, and they all started away. They 
travelled that day and part of the next until they came to 
the rocky plain where the Tin Woodman lay, all battered 
and bent. His axe was near him, but the blade was rusted 
and the handle broken off short. 

The Winkies lifted him tenderly in their arms, and 
carried him back to the yellow castle again, Dorothy shed- 
ding a few tears by the way at the sad plight of her old 
friend, and the Lion looking sober and sorry. When they 
reached the castle Dorothy said to the Winkies, 

"Are any of your people tinsmiths?" 

"Oh, yes; some of us are very good tinsmiths," they 
told her. 

"Then bring them to me," she said. And when the 
tinsmiths came, bringing with them all their tools in 
baskets, she enquired, 

"Can you straighten out those dents in the Tin Wood- 

" The TinsmitJts worked for three days and four nights.' 

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man, and bend him back into shape again, and solder him 
together where he is broken? " 

The tinsmiths looked the Woodman over carefully 
and then answered that they thought they could mend him 
so he would be as good as ever. So they set to work in 
one of the big yellow rooms of the castle and worked for 
three days and four nights, hammering and twisting and 
bending and soldering and polishing and pounding at the 
legs and body and head of the Tin Woodman, until at last 
he was straightened out into his old form, and his joints 
worked as well as ever. To be sure, there were several 
patches on him, but the tinsmiths did a good job, and as 
the Woodman was not a vain man he did not mind the 
patches at all. 

When, at last, he walked into Dorothy's room and 
thanked her for rescuing him, he was so pleased that he 
wept tears of joy, and Dorothy had to wipe every tear 
carefully from his face with her apron, so his joints would 
not be rusted. At the same time her own tears fell thick 
and fast at the joy of meeting her old friend again, and 
these tears did not need to be wiped away. As for the 
Lion, he wiped his eyes so often with the tip of his tail 
that it became quite wet, and he was obliged to go out into 
the court-yard and hold it in the sun till it dried. 

"If we only had the Scarecrow with us again," said 
the Tin Woodman, when Dorothy had finished telling him 
everything that had happened, "I should be quite happy." 


"We must try to find him," said the girl. 

So she called the Winkles to help her, and they 
walked all that day and part of the next until they came 
to the tall tree in the branches of which the Winged 
Monkeys had tossed the Scarecrow's clothes. 

It was a very tall tree, and the trunk was so smooth 
that no one could climb it; but the Woodman said at once, 
"I'll chop it down, and then we can get the Scare- 
crow's clothes." 

Now while the tinsmiths had been at work mending 
the Woodman himself, another of the Winkles, who was a 
goldsmith, had made an axe-handle of solid gold and fitted 
it to the Woodman's axe, instead of the old broken handle. 
Others polished the blade until all the rust was removed 
and it glistened like burnished silver. 

As soon as he had spoken, the Tin Woodman began 
to chop, and in a short time the tree fell over with a crash, 
when the Scarecrow's clothes fell out of the branches and 
rolled off on the ground. 

Dorothy picked them up and had the Winkles carry 
them back to the castle, where they were stuffed with nice, 
clean straw; and, behold! here was the Scarecrow, as good 
as ever, thanking them over and over again for saving him. 

Now they were reunited, Dorothy and her friends 
spent a few happy days at the Yellow Castle, where they 
found everything they needed to make them comfortable. 
But one day the girl thought of Aunt Em, and said, 



"We must go back to Oz, and claim his promise." 

"Yes," said the Woodman, "at last I shall get my 

"And I shall get my brains," added the Scarecrow, 

"And I shall get my courage," said the Lion, thought- 

"And I shall get back to Kansas," cried Dorothy, 
clapping her hands. "Oh, let us start for the Emerald 
City to-morrow!" 

This they decided to do. The next day they called 
the Winkies together and bade them good-bye. The 
Winkles were sorry to have them go, and they had grown 
so fond of the Tin Woodman 
that they begged him to stay and 
rule over them and the Yellow 
Land of the West. Finding they 
were determined to go, the 
Winkies gave Toto and the Lion 
each a golden collar; and to Doro- 
thy they presented a beautiful 
bracelet, studded with diamonds; 


and to the Scarecrow they gave a gold-headed walking 
stick, to keep him from stumbling; and to the Tin Wood- 
man they offered a silver oil-can, inlaid with gold and set 
with precious jewels. 

Every one of the travellers made the Winkies a 
pretty speech in return, and all shook hands with them 
until their arms ached. 

Dorothy went to the Witch's cupboard to fill her 
basket with food for the journey, and there she saw the 
Golden Cap. She tried it on her own head and found that 
it fitted her exactly. She did not know anything about the 
charm of the Golden Cap, but she saw that it was pretty, 
so she made up her mind to wear it and carry her sun- 
bonnet in the basket. 

Then, being prepared for the journey, they all started 
for the Emerald City; and the Winkies gave them three 
cheers and many good wishes to carry with them. 

TKe Wiixged 






there was no road not even 
a pathway between the castle of the 
Wicked Witch and the Emerald City. 
^^ When the four travellers went in search 
^T^^B of the Witch she had seen them coming-, 
and so sent the Winged Monkeys"to bring 
them to her. It was much harder to find their way back 
through the big fields of buttercups and yellow daisies 
than it was being carried. They knew, of course, they must 
go straight east, toward the rising sun; and they started off 
in the right way. But at noon, when the sun was over 
their heads, they did not know which was east and which 
was west, and that was the reason they were lost in the 
g-reat / y^ fields. They kept on walking, however. 

were g-oing& 



nXi^t night the moon came out and shone brightly. So 
ifey lay dovvii among the sweet smelHng yellow flowers 
slept soundly until morning all but the Scarecrow 
00' the Tin Woodman. 

The next morning the sun was behind a cloud, but 
started Qm^s4f-the5t^^ef#<i^^sttr^4V they 

"If we walk far enough," said Dorothy, "we shall 
sometime come to some place, I am sure." 

But day by day passed away, and they still saw noth- 
ing before them but the yellow fields. The Scarecrow began 
to grumble a bit. ir-^^^""" " \- " 

"We have surely lost our A\'ay," he said, "and unless 
>\ e find it again in time to reach the Emerald City I shall 
ever get my brains." 

"Nor I my heart," declared the Tin Woodman. "It 
se^ms to me I can scarcely wait till I get to Oz, and you 
must admit this is a very long journey." 

"You see," said the Cowardly Lion, with a whimper, 
'*i* I haven't the courage to keep tramping forever, without 
R"etting anywhere at all." 

///'I Then Dorothy lost heart. She sat down on the grass 

and looked at her companions, and they sat down and 

looked at her, and Toto found that for the first time in his 

life he was too tired to chase a butterfly that 

flew past his head; so he put out his tongue 

;^- and panted and looked at Dorothy ^s if ,tQ ask 

what they should do next. ' v\'^,'^^[' ! 

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"Suppose we call the Field Mice," she suggested. 
"They could probably tell us the way to the Emerald City." 

"To be sure they could," cried the Scarecrow; "why 
didn't we think of that before?" 

Dorothy blew the little whistle she had always carried 
about her neck since the Queen of the Mice had given it to 
her. In a few minutes they heard the pattering of tiny 
feet, and many of the small grey mice came running up 
to her. Among them was the Queen herself, who asked, 
in her squeaky little voice, 

"What can I do for my friends?" 
"-^e^^,/"^ ** We have lost our way," said Dorothy. "Can you 
tell us where the Emerald City is?" 

.^"Certainly," answered the Queen; "but it 
is' a great way off, for you have had it at your 
backs all this time." Then she 
noticed Dorothy's Golden Cap, 
and said, "Why don't you use 




the charm of the Cap, and call the Winged Monkeys to 
you? They will carry you to the City of Oz in less than 
an hour." 

'T didn't know there was a charm," answered Dorothy, 
in surprise. "What is it?" 

"It is written inside the Golden Cap," replied the Queen 
of the Mice; "but if you are going to call the Winged 
Monkeys we must run away, for they are full of mischief 
and think it great fun to plague us." 

"Won't they hurt me?" asked the girl, anxiously. 

"Oh, no; they must obey the wearer of the Cap. 
Good-bye!" And she scampered out of sight, with all the 
mice hurrying after her. 

Dorothy looked inside the Golden Cap and saw some 
words written upon the lining. These, she thought, must 
be the charm, so she read the directions carefully and put 
the Cap upon her head. 

"Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!" she said, standing on her 
left foot. 

"What did you say? " asked the Scarecrow, who did 
not know what she was doing. 

"Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!" Dorothy went on, standing 
this time on her right foot. 

"Hello!" replied the Tin Woodman, calmly. 

"Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!" said Dorothy, who was now 
standing on both feet. This ended the saying of the charm, 
and they heard a great chattering and flapping of wings. 

" The Monkeys caught Dorothy in their arms and flew away with her, 

The wonderful wizard of oz. 171 

as the band of Winged Monkeys flew up to them. The 
King bowed low before Dorothy, and asked, 

''What is your command?" 

"We wish to go to the Emerald City," said the child, 
"and we have lost our way." 

"We will carry you," replied the King, and no sooner 
had he spoken than two of the Monkeys caught Dorothy 
in their arms and flew away with her. Others took the 
Scarecrow and the Woodman and the Lion, and one little 
Monkey seized Toto and flew after them, although the dog 
tried hard to bite him. 

The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman were rather 
frightened at first, for they remembered how badly the 
Winged Monkeys had treated them before; but they saw 
that no harm was intended, so they rode through the air 
quite cheerfully, and had a fine time looking at the pretty 
gardens and woods far below them. 

Dorothy found herself riding easily between two of 
the biggest Monkeys, one of them the King himself. They 
had made a chair of their hands and were careful not to 
hurt her. 

"Why do you have to obey the charm of the Golden 
Cap?" she asked. 

"That is a long story," answered the King, with a 
laugh; "but as we have a long journey before us I will 
pass the time by telling you about it, if you wish." 

"I shall be glad to hear it," she replied. 


"Once," began the leader, "we were a free people, 
living happily in the great forest, flying from tree to tree, 
eating nuts and fruit, and doing just as we pleased without 
calling anybody master. Perhaps some of us were rather 
too full of mischief at times, flying down to pull the tails 
of the animals that had no wings, chasing birds, and 
throwing nuts at the people who walked in the forest. But 
we were careless and happy and full of fun, and enjoyed 
every minute of the day. This was many years ago, long 
before Oz came out of the clouds to rule over this land. 

"There lived here then, away at the North, a beautiful 
princess, who was also a powerful sorceress. All her 
magic w^as used to help the people, and she was never 
known to hurt anyone who was good. Her name was 
Gayelette, and she lived in a handsome palace built from 
great blocks of ruby. Everyone loved her, but her greatest 
sorrow was that she could find no one to love in return, 
since all the men were much too stupid and ugly to mate 
with one so beautiful and wise. At last, however, she 
found a boy who was handsome and manly and wise be- 
yond his years. Gayelette made up her mind that when 
he grew to be a man she would make him her husband, so 
she took him to her ruby palace and used all her magic 
powers to make him as strong and good and lovely as any 
woman could wish. When he grew to manhood, Quelala, 
as he was called, was said to be the best and wisest man 
in all the land, while his manly beauty was so great that 



Gayelette loved him dearly, and hastened to make every- 
thing ready for the wedding. 

''My grandfather was at that time the King of the 
Winged Monkeys which lived in the forest near Gayalette's 
palace, and the old fellow loved a joke better than a good 
dinner. One day, just before the wedding, my grandfather 
was flying out with his band when he saw Quelala walking 
beside the river. He was dressed in a rich costume of pink 
silk and purple velvet, and my grandfather thought he 
would see what he could do. At his word the band 
flew down and seized Quelala, carried him in their arms 
until they were over the middle of the river, and then 
dropped him into the water. 

"'Swim out, my fine fellow,' cried my grandfather, 
'and see if the water has spotted your clothes.' Quelala 
was much too wise not to swim, and he was not in the 
least spoiled by all his good fortune. He laughed, when 
he came to the top of the water, and swam in to shore. 
But when Gayelette came running out to him she found 
his silks and velvet all ruined by the river. 

"The princess was very angry, and she knew,of course, 
who did it. She had all the Winged Monkeys brought 
before her, and she said at first that their wings should 
be tied and they should be treated as they had treated 
Quelala, and dropped in the river. But my grandfather 
pleaded hard, for he knew the Monkeys would drown in 
the river with their wings tied, and Quelala said a kind 


word for them also; so that Gayelette finally spared them, 
on condition that the Winged Monkeys should ever after 
do three times the bidding of the owner of the Golden 
Cap. This Cap had been made for a wedding present to 
Quelala, and it is said to have cost the princess half her 
kingdom. Of course my grandfather and all the other 
Monkeys at once agreed to the condition, and that is how 
it happens that we are three times the slaves of the owner 
of the Golden Cap, whomsoever he may be." 

"And what became of them?" asked Dorothy, who 
had been greatly interested in the story. 

"Quelala being the first owner of the Golden Cap," 
replied the Monkey, "he was the first to lay his wishes 
upon us. As his bride could not bear the sight of us, he 
called us all to him in the forest after he had married her 
and ordered us to always keep where she could never again 
set eyes on a Winged Monkey, which we were glad to do, 
for we were all afraid of her. 

"This was all we ever had to do until the Golden Cap 
fell into the hands of the Wicked Witch of the W^est, who 
made us enslave the Winkies, and afterward drive Oz 
himself out of the Land of the West. Now the Golden 
Cap is yours, and three times you have the right to lay 
your wishes upon us." 

As the Monkey King finished his story Dorothy 
looked down and saw the green, shining walls of the 
Emerald City before them. She wondered at the rapid 



flight of the Monkeys, but was glad the journey was over. 
The strange creatures set the travellers down carefully 
before the gate of the City, the King bowed low to Doro- 
thy, and then flew swiftly away, followed by all his band. 

"That was a good ride," said the little girl. 

"Yes, and a quick way out of our troubles," replied the 
Lion. "How lucky it was you brought away that wonder- 
ful Cap!" 




Four travellers walked up to the 

great gate of the Emerald City 

and rang- the bell. After ringing 

several times it was opened by the 

same Guardian of the Gate they had met 


"What! are you back again?" he asked, 
in surprise. ;^>^ 
\ VUj / /'Do you not see us? '^ answered the Scarecrow. 
^x^^^i''^'" I thought .^Qik^^ gone to visit the Wicked 

:^^^Gh of the West." "^^^^ 
"^"^^/^-^'We did visit her," said the Scarecrow. 

"And she let you go again?" asked the man, in 
wonder. ..xx\\li//. 


"She could not help it, for she is melted," explained 
the Scarecrow. 

"Melted! Well, that is good news, indeed," said the 
man. "Who melted her?" 

"It was Dorothy," said the Lion, gravely. 

"Good gracious! " exclaimed the man, and he bowed 
very low indeed before her. 

Then he led them into his little room and locked the 
spectacles from the great box on all their eyes, just as he 
had done before. Afterward they passed on through the 
gate into the Emerald City, and when the people heard 
from the Guardian of the Gate that they had melted the 
Wicked Witch of the West they all gathered around the 
travellers and followed them in a great crowd to the 
Palace of Oz. 

The soldier with the green whiskers was still on guard 
before the door, but he let them in at once and they were 
again met by the beautiful green girl, who showed each 
of them to their old rooms at once, so they might rest until 
the Great Oz was ready to receive them. 

The soldier had the news carried straight to Oz that 
Dorothy and the other travellers had come back again, 
after destroying the Wicked Witch; but Oz made no reply. 
They thought the Great Wizard would send for them at 
once, but he did not. They had no word from him the 
next day, nor the next, nor the next. The waiting was 
tiresome and wearing, and at last they grew vexed that 


Oz should treat them in so poor a fashion, after sending 
them to undergo hardships and slavery. So the Scare- 
crow at last asked the green girl to take another message 
to Oz, saying if he did not let them in to see him at once 
they would call the Winged Monkeys to help them, and 
find out whether he kept his promises or not. When the 
Wizard was given this message he was so frightened that 
he sent word for them to come to the Throne Room at 
four minutes after nine o'clock the next morning. He had 
once met the Winged Monkeys in the Land of the West, 
and he did not wish to meet them again. 

The four travellers passed a sleepless night, each 
thinking of the gift Oz had promised to bestow upon him. 
Dorothy fell asleep only once, and then she dreamed she 
was in Kansas, where Aunt Em was telling her how glad 
she was to have her little girl at home again. 

Promptly at nine o'clock the next morning the green 
whiskered soldier came to them, and four minutes later 
they all went into the Throne Room of the Great Oz. 

Of course each one of them expected to see the 
Wizard in the shape he had taken before, and all were 
greatly surprised when they looked about and saw no one 
at all in the room. They kept close to the door and closer 
to one another, for the stillness of the empty room was 
more dreadful than any of the forms they had seen Oz 

Presently they heard a Voice, seeming to come 


from somewhere near the top of the great dome, and it 
said, solemnly. 

"I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Why do you 
seek me?" 

They looked again in every part of the room, and 
then, seeing no one, Dorothy asked, 

"Where are you?" 

*T am everywhere," answered the Voice, **but to the 
eyes of common mortals I am invisible. I will now seat 
myself upon my throne, that you may converse with me." 
Indeed, the Voice seemed just then to come straight from 
the throne itself; so they walked toward it and stood in a 
row while Dorothy said: 

"We have come to claim our promise, O Oz." 

"What promise?" asked Oz. 

"You promised to send me back to Kansas when the 
Wicked Witch was destroyed," said the girl. 

"And you promised to give me brains," said the 

"And you promised to give me a heart," said the Tin 

"And you promised to give me courage," said the 
Cowardly Lion. 

"Is the Wicked Witch really destroyed?" asked the 
Voice, and Dorothy thought it trembled a little. 

"Yes," she answered, "I melted her with a bucket of 



"Dear me," said the Voice; "how sudden! Well, come 
to me to-morrow, for I must have time to think it 

"You've had plenty of time already," said the Tin 
Woodman, angrily. 

"We shan't wait a day longer," said the Scarecrow. 

"You must keep your promises to us!" exclaimed 

The Lion thought it might be as well to frighten the 
Wizard, so he gave a large, loud roar, which was so fierce 
and dreadful that Toto jumped away from him in alarm 
and tipped over the screen that stood in a corner. As it 
fell with a crash they looked that way, and the next 
moment all of them were filled with wonder. For they 
.saw, standing in just the spot the screen had hidden, a little, 
'old man, with a bald head and a wrinkled face, who 
seemed to be as much surprised as they were. The Tin 
Woodman, raising his axe, rushed toward the 
little man and cried out, 

"Who are you?" 

"I am Oz, the Great 
and Terrible," said the 

little man, in a trembling V^^^l^^/F 

voice, "but don't strike 
me please don't! and 
I'll do anything you want 
me to." 


Our friends looked at him in surprise and dismay. 

**I thought Oz was a great Head," said Dorothy. 

"And I thought Oz was a lovely Lady," said the 

**And I thought Oz was a terrible Beast," said the Tin 

"And I thought Oz was a Ball of Fire," exclaimed the 

"No; you are all wrong," said the little man, meekly. 
"I have been making believe." 

"Making believe!" cried Dorothy. "Are you not a 
great Wizard?" 

"Hush, my dear," he said; "don't speak so loud, or you 
will be overheard and I should be ruined. I'm supposed 
to be a Great Wizard." 

"And aren't you?" she asked. 

"Not a bit of it, my dear; I'm just a common man." 

"You're more than that," said the Scarecrow, in a 
grieved tone; "you're a humbug." 

"Exactly so!" declared the little man, rubbing his 
hands together as if it pleased him; "I am a humbug." 

"But this is terrible," said the Tin Woodman; "how 
shall I ever get my heart?" 

"Or I my courage?" asked the Lion. 

"Or I my brains?" wailed the Scarecrow, wiping the 
the tears from his eyes with his coat-sleeve. 

"My dear friends," said Oz, "I pray you not to speak 

" Exactly so I I am a liumhug. 


of these little things. Think of me, and the terrible trouble 
I'm in at being found out." 

'^Doesn't anyone else know you're a humbug?" asked 

"No one knows it but you four and myself," replied 
Oz. "I have fooled everyone so long that I thought I 
should never be found out. It was a great mistake my 
ever letting you into the Throne Room. Usually I will 
not see even my subjects, and so they believe I am some- 
thing terrible." 

"But, I don't understand," said Dorothy, in bewilder- 
ment. "How was it that you appeared to me as a great 

"That was one of my tricks," answered Oz. "Step 
this way, please, and I will tell you all about it." 

He led the way to a small chamber in the rear of the 
Throne Room, and they all followed him. He poiated to 
one corner, in which lay the Great Head, made out of 
many thicknesses of paper, and with a carefully painted 

"This I hung from the ceiling by a wire," said Oz; "I 
stood behind the screen and pulled a thread, to make the 
eyes move and the mouth open." 

"But how about the voice?" she enquired. 

"Oh, I am a ventriloquist," said the little man, "and I 
can throw the sound of my voice wherever I wish; so that 
you thought it was coming out of the Head. Here are 


the other things I used to deceive you." He showed the 
Scarecrow the dress and the mask he had worn when he 
seemed to be the lovely Lady; and the Tin Woodman saw 
that his Terrible Beast was nothing- but a lot of skins, sewn 
together, with slats to keep their sides out. As for the 
Ball of Fire, the false Wizard had hung that also from the 
ceiling. It was really a ball of cotton, but when oil was 
poured upon it the ball burned fiercely. 

"Really," said the Scarecrow, "yo^^ ought to be 
ashamed of yourself for being such a humbug." 

*T am I certainly am," answered the little man, sor- 
rowfully; "but it w^as the only thing I could do. Sit down, 
please, there are plenty of chairs; and I will tell you my 

So they sat down and listened while he told the fol- 
lowing tale: 

"I was born in Omaha " 

"Why, that isn't very far from Kansas!" cried Dorothy. 

"No; but it's farther from here," he said, shaking his 
head at her, sadly. "When I grew up I became a ventrilo- 
quist, and at that I was very well trained by a great master. 
I can imitate any kind of a bird or beast." Here he 
mewed so like a kitten that Toto pricked up his ears and 
looked everywhere to see where she was. "After a time," 
continued Oz, "I tired of that, and became a balloonist." 

"What is that?" asked Dorothy. 

"A man who goes up in a balloon on circus day, so as 



to draw a crowd of people together and 
get them to pay to see the circus," he 

"Oh," she said; "I know." 

"Well, one day I went up in a bal- 
loon and the ropes got twisted, so that 
I couldn't come down again. It went 
way up above the clouds, so far that a 
current of air struck it and carried it 
many, many miles away. For a day 
and a night I travelled through the air, and on the 
of the second day I awoke and found the balloo 
over a strange and beautiful country. 

"It came down gradually, and I was nj^ hurt a bit. 
But I found myself in the midst of a strange people, who, 
seeing me come from the clouds, thought I was a great 
Wizard. Of course I let them think so, because they were 
afraid of me, and promised to do anything I wished 
them to. 

"Just to amuse myself, and keep the good people busy, 
I ordered them to build this City, and my palace; and they 
did it all willingly and well. Then I thought, as the coun- 

Jtry was so green and beautiful, I wrould callitthe Emerald 

i^^^-City,; and to make the name fit better I put green spectacles 
^i^]on all the people, so that everything they saw was green." 

"But isn't everything here green?" asked Dorothy,- ^ 

'"No m^re than in any other city," replied Oz^^JJbu 

j&ii^ .-'- 


when you wear green spectacles, why of course everything 
you see looks green to you. The Emerald City was built 
a great many years ago, for I was a young man when the 
balloon brought me here, and I am a very old man now. 
But my people have worn green glasses on their- eyes so 
long that most of them think it really is an Emerald City, 
and it certainly is a beautiful place, abounding in jewels 
and precious metals, and every good thing that is needed 
to make one happy. I have been good to the people, and 
they like me; but ever since this Palace was built I have 
shut myself up and would not see any of them. 

"One of my greatest fears was the Witches, for while 
I had no magical powers at all I soon found out that the 
Witches were really able to do wonderful things. There 
were four of them in this country, and they ruled the peo- 
ple who live in the North and South and East and West. 
Fortunately, the Witches of the North and South were 
good, and I knew they would do me no harm; but the 
Witches of the East and West were terribly wicked, and 
had they not thought I was more powerful than they them- 
selves, they would surely have destroyed me. As it was, 
I lived in deadly fear of them for many years; so you can 
imagine how pleased I was when I heard your house had 
fallen on the Wicked Witch of the East. When you came 
to me I was willing to promise anything if you would only 
do away with the other Witch; but, now that you have 
melted her, I am ashamed to say that I cannot keep my 



"I think you are a very bad man," said Dorothy. 

"Oh, no, my dear; I'm really a very good man; but 
I'm a very bad Wizard, I must admit." 

"Can't you give me brains?" asked the Scare- 

"You don't need them. You are learning something 
every day. A baby has brains, but it doesn't know much. 
Experience is the only thing that brings knowledge, and 
the longer you are on earth the more experience you are 
sure to get." 

"That may all be true," said the Scarecrow, "but I 
shall be very unhappy unless you give me brains." 
The false wizard looked at him carefully. 

"Well," he said, with a sigh, "I'm not much of a ma- 
gician, as I said; but if you will come to me to-morrow 
morning, I will stuff your head with brains. I cannot^iell 
you how to use them, however; you must find that out 

"Oh, thank you thank you!" cried the Scare- 
crow. "I'll find a way to use 
them, never fear!" 

"But how about my cour- 
age?" asked the Lion, anxiously. 

"You have plenty of cour- 
fe, I am sure," answered Oz. 
"All you need is confidence in 
yourself. There is no living 



tiling that is not afraid when it faces danger. True cour- 
ag-e is in facing danger when you are afraid, and that kind 
of courage you have in plenty." 

"Perhaps I have, but I'm scared just the same," said 
the. Lion. "I shall really be very unhappy unless you give 
me the sort of courage that makes one forget he is afraid." 
"Very well; I will give you that sort of courage to- 
morrow," replied Oz. 

"How about my heart?" asked the Tin Woodman. 
"Why, as for that," answered Oz, "I think you are 
wrong to want a heart. It makes most people unhappy. 
If you only knew it, you are in luck not to have a heart." 
"That must be a matter of opinion," said the Tin 
Woodman. * "For my part, I will bear all the unhappiness 
without a murmur, if you will give me the heart." 

"Very well," answered Oz, meekly. "Come 
to me to-morrow and you shall have a heart. I 
have played Wizard for so many years that I may 
as well continue the part a little longer." 

"And now," said Dorothy, "how 
am I to get back to Kansas?" 

"We shall have to think about that," 
replied the little man, "Give me two 
or three days to consider the matter 
and I'll try to find a way to carry you 
over the desert. In the meantime you 
shall all be treated as my guests, and 



while you live in the Palace my people will wait upon you 
and obey your slighest wish. There is only one thing I 
ask in return for my help such as it is. You must keep 
my secret and tell no one I am a humbug." 

They agreed to say nothing of what they had learned, 
and went back to their rooms in high spirits. Even Doro- 
thy had hope that "The Great and Terrible Humbug," as 
she called him, would find a way to send her back to 
Kansas, and if he did that she was willing to forgive him 


Scarecrow said to his 


" Congratulate me. I am going 

to Oz to get my brains at last. 

When I return I shall be as other 

men are." 

"I have always liked you as 
you were," said Dorothy, simply. 

"It is kind of you to like a Scarecrow," he replied. 
"But surely you will think more of me when you hear the 
splendid thoughts my new brain is going to turn out." 
Then he said good-bye to them all in a cheerful voice and 
went to the Throne Room, where he rapped upon the door. 
"Come in," said Oz. 


The Scarecrow went in and found the Httle man sit- 
ting" down by the window, engaged in deep thought. 

"I have come for my brains," remarked the Scarecrow, 
a Httle uneasily. 

"Oh, yes; sit down in that chair, please," replied Oz. 
"You must excuse me for taking your head off, but I shall 
have to do it in order to put your brains in their proper 

"That's all right," said the Scarecrow. "You are quite 
welcome to take my head off, as long as it will be a better 
one when you put it on again." 

So the Wizard unfastened his head and emptied out 
the straw. Then he entered the back room and took up a 
measure of bran, which he mixed with a great many pins 
and needles. Having shaken them together thoroughly, 
he filled the top of the Scarecrow's head with the mixture 
and stuffed the rest of the space with straw, to hold it in 
place. When he had fastened the Scarecrow's head on 
his body again he said to him, 

"Hereafter you will be a great man, for I have given 
you a lot of bran-new brains." 

The Scarecrow was both pleased and proud at the 
fulfillment of his greatest wish, and having thank J Oz 
warmly he went back to his friends. 

Dorothy looked at him curiously. His head was 
quite bulging out at the top with brains. 

"How do you feel?" she asked. 



"I feel wise, indeed," he answered, earnestly. "When 
I get used to my brains I shall know everything." 

"Why are those needles and pins sticking out of your 
head? " asked the Tin Woodman. 

"That is proof that he is sharp," remarked the Lion. 
"Well, I must go to Oz and get my heart," said the 
Woodman. So he walked to the Throne Room and 
knocked at the door. 

"Come in," called Oz, and the W^oodman entered and 

"I have come for my heart." 

"Very well," answered the little man. "But I shall 
have to cut a hole in your breast, so I can put your heap 
in the right place. I hope it won't hurt you " 

"Oh, no;" answered the Woodman. "I shall no 
it at all." 

So Oz brought a. pair of tinners' shears and cut a 

small, square hole in the 
left side of the Tin Wood- 
man's breast. Then, going 
to a chest of drawers, he 
took out a pretty heart, 
made entirely of silk and 
stuffed with sawdust. 

"Isn't it a beauty?" he 

"It is, indeed!" replied 



the Woodman, who was greatly pleased. "But is it a kind 

"Oh, very!" answered O2. He put the heart in the 
Woodman's breast and then replaced the square of tin, 
soldering- it neatly together where it had been cut. 

"There," said he; "now you have a heart that any man 
might be proud of. I'm sorry I had to put a patch on your 
breast, but it really couldn't be helped." 

"Never mind the patch," exclaimed the happy Wood- 
man. "I am very grateful to you, and shall never forget 
your kindness." 

"Don t speak of it," replied Oz. 
Then the Tin Woodman went back to his 
friends, who wished him every joy on account of 
his good fortune. 

The Lion now walked to the Throne 
Room and knocked at the door. 
"Come in," said Oz. 
"I have come for my courage," an- 
nounced the Lion, entering the room. 
"Very well," answered the little 
man; "I will get it for you." 
He went to a cupboard 
and reaching up to a high 
shelf took down a 
square green bottle. 

" ' Tfeel ici^e, indeed,' ^kuI the Scarecroir. 


he poured into a g^reen-gold dish, beautifully carved. 
Placing- this before the Cowardly Lion, who sniffed at it 
as if he did not like it, the Wizard said, 


"What is it?" asked the Lion. 

"Well," answered Oz, "if it were inside of you, it would 
be courage. You know, of course, that courage is ahvays 
inside one; so that this really cannot be called courage 
until you have swallowed it. Therefore I advise you to 
drink it as soon as possible." 

The Lion hesitated no longer, but drank till the dish 
was empty. 

"How do you feel now^?" asked Oz. 

"Full of courage," replied the Lion, who went joyfully 
back to his friends to tell them of his good fortune. 

Oz, left to himself, smiled to think of his success in 
giving the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion 
exactly what they thought they wanted. "How can I help 
being a humbug," he said, "when all these people make 
me do things that everybody knows can't be done? It 
was easy to make the Scarecrow and the Lion and the 
Woodman happy, because they imagined I could do any- 
thing. But it will take more than imagination to carry 
Dorothy back to Kansas, and I'm sure I don't know how 
it can be done." 


Three days Dorothy heard 
nothing; from Oz. These 
were sad days for the httle 
girl, although her friends were all quite happy and 
contented. The Scarecrow told them there were 
wonderful thoughts in his head; but he would not 
say what they were because he knew no one could 
/ understand them but himself. When the Tin 
odman walked about he felt his heart rattling 
i\ around in his breast; and he told Dorothy he had discov- 
j Wred it to be a kinder and more tender heart than the one 
'i ne l^d -owned when he was made of flesh. The Lion de- 
\ V ym^^^^he was afraid ot nothing on earth, and would gladly 
\ . fUfii if! army of men or a dozen of the fierce Kalidahs. 



Thus each of the Httle party was satisfied except 
Dorothy, who longed more than ever to get back to 

On the fourth day, to her great joy, Oz sent for her, 
and when she entered the Throne Room he said, pleas- 

"Sit down, my dear; I think I have found the way to 
get you out of this country." 

"And back to Kansas?" she asked, eagerly. 

"Well, I'm not sure about Kansas," said Oz; "for I 
haven't the faintest notion which way it lies. But the first 
thing to do is to cross the desert, and then it should be 
easy to find your way home." 

"How can I cross the desert?" she enquired. 

"Well, I'll tell you what I think," said the little man. 
"You see, when I came to this country it was in a balloon. 
You also came through the air, being carried by a cyclone. 
So I believe the best way to get across the desert will be 
through the air. Now, it is quite beyond my powers to 
make a cyclone; but I've been thinking the matter over, 
and I believe I can make a balloon." 

"How?" asked Dorothy. 

"A balloon," said Oz, "is made of silk, which is coated 
with glue to keep the gas in it. I have plenty of silk in 
the Palace, so it will be no trouble for us to make the bal- 
loon. But in all this country there is no gas to fill the 
balloon with, to make it float." 



"If it won't float," remarked Dorothy, '*it will be of no 
use to us." 

"True," answered Oz. "But there is another way to 
make it float, which is to fill it with hot air. Hot air isn't 
as good as gas, for if the air should get cold the balloon 
w^ould come down in the desert, and we should be lost." 

"We!" exclaimed the girl; "are you going with me?" 

"Yes, of course," replied Oz. I am tired of being such 
a humbug. If I should go out of this Palace my people 
w^ould soon discover I am not a Wizard, and then they 
would be vexed with me for having deceived them. So I 
have to stay shut up in these rooms all day, and it gets 
tiresome. I'd much rather go back to Kansas with you 
and be in a circus again." 

"I shall be glad to have your company," 
said Dorothy. 

"Thank you," he answered. "Now, if 
you will help me sew the silk together, we 
will begin to work on our balloon." 

So Dorothy took a needle and thread, 
and as fast as Oz cut the strips of silk into 
proper shape the girl sewed them neatly 
together. First there was a strip of 
light green silk, then a strip of dark 
green and then a strip of emerald 
green; for Oz had a fancy to make 
the balloon in different shades of the 


color about them. It took three days to sew all the strips 
together, but when it was finished they had a big" bag of 
green silk more than twenty feet long. 

Then Oz painted it on the inside with a coat of thin 
glue, to fnake it air-tight, after which he announced that 
the balloon was ready. 

''But we must have a basket to ride in," he said. So 
he sent the soldier with the green whiskers for a big 
clothes basket, which he fastened with many ropes to the 
bottom of the balloon. 

When it was all ready, Oz sent word to his people 
that he was going to make a visit to a great brother 
Wizard who lived in the clouds. The news spread rapidly 
throughout the city and everyone came to see the won- 
derful sight. 

Oz ordered the balloon carried out in front of the 
Palace, and the people gazed upon it with much curiosity. 
The Tin Woodman had chopped a big pile of wood, and 
now he made a fire of it, and Oz held the bottom of the 
balloon over the fire so that the hot air that arose from it 
would be caught in the silken bag. Gradually the balloon 
swelled out and rose into the air, until finally the basket 
just touched the ground. 

Then Oz got into the basket and said to all the peo- 
ple in a loud voice: 

"I am now going away to make a visit. While I am 
gone the Scarecrow will rule over you. I command you 
to obey him as you would me." 



The balloon was by this time tugging- hard at the rope 
that held it to the ground, for the air within it was hot, and 
this made it so much lighter in weight than the air without 
that it pulled hard to rise into the sky. 

"Come, Dorothy!" cried the Wizard; "hurry up, or the 
balloon will fly away." 

"I can't find Toto anywhere," replied Dorothy, who 
did not wish to leave her little dog behind. Toto had run 
into the crowd to bark at a kitten, and Dorothy at 
last found him. She picked him up and ran to- 
ward the balloon. 

She was within a few steps of it, and Oz was 
holding out his hands to help her into the basket, 
when, crack! went the ropes, and the balloon rose 

into the air without 

"Come back!" 
she screamed; "I 
want to go, too! " 

"I can't come 
back, my dear," called 
Oz from the basket. 

shouted everyone, 
and all eyes were 
turned upward to 



where the Wizard was riding in the basket, rising every 
moment farther and farther into the sky. 

And that was the last any of them ever saw of Oz, 
the Wonderful Wizard, though he may have reached 
Omaha safely, and be there now, for all we know. But 
the people remembered him lovingly, and said to one 

"Oz was always our friend. When he was here he 
built for us this beautiful Emerald City, and now he is 
gone he has left the Wise Scarecrow to rule over us," 

Still, for many days they grieved over the loss of the 
Wonderful Wizard, and would not be comforted. 


Wept bitterly at the passing- of 
her hope to get home to Kansas 
again; but when she thought it 
all over she was glad she had not 
X ''^'Ifone up in a balloon. And she also felt sorry at losing 
Oz, and so did her companions. 

The Tin Woodman came to her and said, 
'Truly I should be ungrateful if I failed to mourn for 
the man who gave me my lovely heart. I should like to 
cry a little because Oz is gone, if you will kindly wipe away 

my tears, so that I shall not rust." 

"With pleasure," she answered, and 



brought a towel at once. Then the Tin Woodman wept 
for several minutes, and she watched the tears carefully 
and wiped them away with the towel. When he had fin- 
ished he thanked her kindly and oiled himself thoroughly 
with his jewelled oil-can, to guard against mishap. 

The Scarecrow was now the ruler of the Emerald 
City, and although he was not a Wizard the people were 
proud of him. "For," they said, "there is not another city 
in all the world that is ruled by a stuffed man." And, so 
far as they knew, they were quite right. 

The morning after the balloon had gone up with Oz 
the four travellers met in the Throne Room and talked 
matters over. The Scarecrow sat in the big throne and 
the others stood respectfully before him. 

"We are not so unlucky," said the new ruler; "for this 
Palace and the Emerald City belong to us, and we can do 
just as we please. W^hen I remember that a short time 
ago I was up on a pole in a farmer's cornfield, and that I 
am now the ruler of this beautiful City, I am quite satisfied 
with my lot." 

"I also," said the Tin Woodman, "am well pleased 
with my new heart; and, really, that was the only thing I 
wished in all the world." 

"For my part, I am content in knowing I am as brave 
as any beast that ever lived, if not braver," said the Lion, 

"If Dorothy would only be contented to live in the 

" The Scarecroic sat on the big throne." 


Emerald City," continued the Scarecrow, '*we might all 
be happy together." 

"But I don't want to live here," cried Dorothy. "I 
want to go to Kansas, and live with Aunt Em and Uncle 

"Well, then, what can be done?" enquired the Wood- 

The Scarecrow decided to think, and he thought so 
hard that the pins and needles began to stick out of his 
brains. Finally he said: 

"Why not call the Winged Monkeys, and asked them 
to carry you over the desert?" 

"I never thought of that!" said Dorothy, joyfully. 
"It's just the thing. I'll go at once for the Golden Cap." 
When she brought it into the Throne Room she 
spoke the magic words, and soon the band of Winged 
Monkeys flew in through an open window and stood be- 
side her. 

"This is the second time you have called us," said the 
Monkey King, bowing before the little girl. "What do 
you wish?" 

"I want you to fly with me to Kansas," said Dorothy. 
But the Monkey King shook his head. 

"That cannot be done," he said. "We belong to this 
country alone, and cannot leave it. There has never been a 
Winged Monkey in Kansas yet, and I suppose there never 
will be, for they don't belong there. We shall be glad to serve 





you in any way in our power, but we cannot cfo^gj. 
the desert. Good-bye." i^\ 

And with another bow the Monkey King- sprea^ 

his wings and flew away through the window, fp 
lowed by all his band. 

Dorothy was almost ready to cry with disap^ 

"I have wasted the charm of the Golden Cap 
no purpose," she said, "for the Winged Monkeys can- 
not help me." 

"It is certainly too bad!" said the tender hearted 

The Scarecrow was thinking again, and his head 
bulged out so horribly that Dorothy feared it would 

"Let us call in the soldier with the green whiskers," 

he said, "and ask his advice." 

^;^ So the soldier was sum- 

'^^KkJ^X:^ moned and entered the 

Throne Room timidly, for 

while Oz was alive he never 

was allowed to come further than the door. 

"This little girl," said the Scarecrow to the 
soldier, "wishes to cross the desert. How can she 
do so?" 

"I cannot tell," answered the soldier; "for nobody 
has ever crossed the desert, unless it is Oz himself." 



"Is there no one who can help me?" asked Dorothy, 

"Glinda might," he suggested. 

"Who. is Glinda?" enquired the Scarecrow. 

"The Witch of the South. She is the most powerful 
of all the Witches, and rules over the Quadlings. Besides, 
her castle stands on the edge of the desert, so she may 
know a way to cross it." 

"Glinda is a good Witch, isn't she?" asked the child. 

"The Quadlings think she is good,' said the soldier, 
"and she is kind to everyone. I have heard that Glinda is 
a beautiful woman, who knows how to keep young in spite 
of the many years she has lived." 

"How can I get to her castle?" asked Dorothy. 

"The road is straight to the South," he answered, "but 
it is said to be full of dangers to travellers. There are 
wild beasts in the woods, and a race of queer men who 
do not like strangers to cross their country. For this 
reason none of the Quadlings ever come to the Emerald 

The soldier them left them and the Scarecrow said, 

"It seems, in spite of dangers, that the best thing 
Dorothy can do is to travel to the Land of the South and 
ask Glinda to help her. For, of course, if Dorothy stays 
here she will never get back to Kansas." 

"You must have been thinking again," remarked the 
Tin W^oodman. 



"I have," said the Scarecrow. 

"I shall go with Dorothy," declared the Lion, "for I 
am tired of your city and long for the woods and the 
country again. I am really a wild beast, you know. Be- 
sides, Dorothy will need someone to protect her." 

"That is true," agreed the Woodman. "My axe may 
be of service to her; so I, also, will go with her to the Land 
of the South." 

"When shall we start?" asked the Scarecrow. 

"Are you going?" they asked, in surprise. 

"Certainly. If it wasn't for Dorothy I should never 
have had brains. She lifted me from the pole in the corn- 
field and brought me to the Emerald City. So my good 
luck is all due to her, and I shall never leave her until she 
starts back to Kansas for good and all." 

"Thank you," said Doro- ^^ thy, gratefully. 
"You are all very kind to me. J^^. But I should like 
to start as soon as possible.'^ 

"We shall go to-morjro#, 

ready, for it will bes^li^g 

'^ri^orning," re- 
'^^ow let us all get 

Next morning- Dorothy- 
kissed the pretty green girl 
good-bye, and they all shook 
hands with the soldier with 
the green whiskers, who had 
walked with them as far as the gate. 
When the Guardian of the Gate saw them 
A j^ again he wondered greatly that they could 

'li / leave the beautiful City to get into new trouble. But he 
'^^t once unlocked their spectacles, which he put back into 
\ the green box, and gave them many good wishes to carry 
ith them. 
..^^^'You are now our ruler," he said to the Scarecrow; 
.^) yoji^ust come back to us as soon as possible." 


"I certainly shall if I am able," the Scarecrow replied; 
"but I must help Dorothy to get home, first." 

As Dorothy bade the g-ood-natured Guardian a last 
farewell she said, 

"I have been very kindly treated in your lovely City, 
and everyone has been g-ood to me. I cannot tell you how 
grateful I am." 

"Don't try, my dear," he answered. "We should like 
to keep you with us, but if it is your wish to return to 
Kansas I hope you will find a way." He then opened the 
gate of the outer wall and they walked forth and started 
upon their journey. 

The sun shone brightly as our friends turned their 
faces toward the Land of the South. They were all in 
the best of spirits, and laughed and chatted together. 
Dorothy was once more filled with the hope of getting 
home, and the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman were 
glad to be of use to her. As for the Lion, he sniffed the 
fresh air with delight and whisked his tail from side to side 
in pure joy at being in the country again, while Toto ran 
around them and chased the moths and butterflies, bark- 
ing merrily all the time. 

"City life does not agree with me at all," remarked 
the Lion, as they walked along at a brisk pace. "I have 
lost much flesh since I lived there, and now I am anxious 
for a chance to show the other beasts how courageous 
I have grown." 



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Tlie branches bent doicn and twined around him. 


They now turned and took a last look at the Emerald 
City. All they could see was a mass of towers and 
steeples behind the green walls, and high up above every- 
thing- the spires and dome of the Palace of Oz. 

"Oz was not such a bad Wizard, after all," said the 
Tin Woodman, as he felt his heart rattling around in his 

"He knew how to give me brains, and very good 
brains, too," said the Scarecrow. 

"If Oz had taken a dose of the same courage he gave 
me," added the Lion, "he would have been a brave man." 
Dorothy said nothing. Oz had not kept the promise 
he made her, but he had done his best, so she forgave him. 
As he said, he was a good man, even if he was a bad 

The first day's journey was through the green fields 
and bright flowers that stretched about the Emerald City 
on every side. They slept that night on the grass, with 
nothing but the stars over them; and they rested very well 

In the morning they travelled on until they came to 
a thick w^ood. There was no way of going around it, for 
it seemed to extend to the right and left as far as they 
could see; and, besides, they did not dare change the 
direction of their journey for fear of getting lost. So they 
looked for the place where it would be easiest to get into 
the forest. 



The Scarecrow, who was in the lead, finally discov- 

^ered ^^^g tree with such wide spreading branches that 

^.^f^^n^r^s roofl^lgyf^pfe party to pass underneath. So he 

\3[^l:ed forwam teTttfe tree, but just as he came under the 

^^" first br^i^^gAhey bent down and twined around hirn^jMid 

^-y:^ ttie nexf^inufe^Re was raised from the ground aaOiyig 

headlong among his fellow travellers. (f^^^^^^ 

^^^^^^l^is did not hurt the Scarecrow, but itr^mpvis: 

/'^^hn, afiiS he looked rather dizzy when Dor^Ji^ /picked 

fiirn up. 

T" Hem is another space between t^>J;rees 
.ion. ^<^ ^- 

yi^Let me tlry it first," said the Scarecrow, 'VJti^TIPsdoesn't 
jurt me to get thrown about." He walked up^5 another 

tree, as he spoke, M^\ its 

branches immediately seized 
>^im and tossed him back 

^Whis is strange," ex- 
claimed Dorothy; "what shall 
we dof'^^'^!^:^::^.^^^ 

"The trees seem to 
have made up their minds to 
fight us, and stop our jour- 
ney," remarked the Lion. 
"1 believe I will try it 
," said the Woodman, 





and shouldering' his axe he marched up to the first tree 
that had handled the Scarecrow so roughly. When 
a big branch bent down to seize him the Woodman 
chopped at it so fiercely that he cut it in two. At once the 
tree began shaking all its branches as if in pain, and the 
Tin Woodman passed safely under it. 

*'Come on! " he shouted to the others; "be quick!" 
They all ran forward and passed under the tree with- 
out injury, except Toto, who was caught by a small branch 
and shaken until he howled. But the Woodman promptly 
chopped off the branch and set the little dog free. 

The other trees of the forest did nothing to keep 
them back, so they made up their minds that only the first 
row of trees could bend down their branches, and that 
probably these were the policemen of the forest, and given 
this wonderful power in order to keep strangers out of it. 

The four travellers walked with ease through the 
trees until they came to the further edge of the wood. 
Then, to their surprise, they found before them a high 
wall, which seemed to be made of white china. It was 
smooth, like the surface of a dish, and higher than their 

"What shall we do now?" asked Dorothy. 

"I will make a ladder," said the Tin Woodman, "for 
we certainly must climb over the wall." 

TKe Dowirvty 

CK i ix-fe^ Coi/rvt ry. 


Tin Woodman 

was makings a 

ladder from 

wood which he found 

in the forest Dorothy lay down and 

slept, for she was tired by the long walk. 

The Lion also curled himself up to 

sleep and Toto lay beside him. 

The Scarecrow watched the Woodma 
^w. while he worked, and said to him: 

"I cannot think why this wall is here, nor 
^ made of." 

Y "Rest your brains and do not worry a 

(9 wall," replied the Woodman; "when we have 


over it we shall know what is on the other side." 

After a time the ladder was finished. It looked 
clumsy, but the Tin Woodman was sure it was strong and 
would answer their purpose. The Scarecrow waked Doro- 
thy and the Lion and Toto, and told them that the ladder 
was ready. The Scarecrow climbed up the ladder first, 
but he was so awkward that Dorothy had to follow close 
behind and keep him from falling- off. When he got his 
head over the top of the wall the Scarecrow said, 
"Oh, my!" 
"Go on," exclaimed Dorothy. 

So the Scarecrow climbed further up and sat down 
on the top of the wall, and Dorothy put her head over and 

"Oh, my! " just as the Scarecrow had done. 

Then Toto came up, and immediately began to bark, 
but Dorothy made him be still. 

The Lion climbed the ladder next, and the Tin 
Woodman came last; but both of them cried, "Oh, my!" 
as soon as they looked over the wall. When they were 
all sitting in a row on the top of the wall they looked down 
and saw a strange sight. 

Before them Avas a great stretch of country having a 
floor as smooth and shining and white as the bottom of a big 
platter. Scattered around were many houses made en- 
tirely of china and painted in the brightest colours. These 
houses were quite small, the biggest of them reaching only 

" people were all made of china. 


as high as Dorothy's waist. There were also pretty httle 
barns, with china fences around them, and many cows and 
sheep and horses and pigs and chickens, all made of china, 
were standing about in groups. 

But the strangest of all were the people ^vho lived in 
this queer country. There were milk-maids and shepherd- 
esses, with bright-colored bodices and golden spots all 
over their gowns; and princesses with most gorgeous 
frocks of silver and gold and purple; and shepherds 
dressed in knee-breeches with pink and yellow and blue 
stripes down them, and golden buckles on their shoes; 
and princes with jew^elled crowns upon their heads, wear- 
ing ermine robes and satin doublets; and funny clowns in 
ruffled gowns, with round red spots upon their cheeks and 
tall, pointed caps. And, strangest of all, these people were 
all made of china, even to their clothes, and were so small 
that the tallest of them was no higher than Dorothy's 

No one did so much as look at the travellers at first, 
except one little purple china dog with an extra-large head, 
which came to the w^all and barked at them in a tiny voice, 
afterwards running away again. 

"How shall we get down?" asked Dorothy. 

They found the ladder so heavy they could not pull 
it up, so the Scarecrow fell off the wall and the others 
jumped down upon him so that the hard floor would not 
hurt their feet. Of course they took pains not to light on 


his head and get the pins in their feet. When all were 
safely down they picked up the Scarecrow, whose body 
was quite flattened out, and patted his straw into shape 

"We must cross this strange place in order to get to 
the other side," said Dorothy; "for it would be unwise for 
us to go any other way except due South." 

They began walking through the country of the china 
people, and the first thing they came to was a china milk- 
maid milking a china cow. As they drew near the cow 
suddenly gave a kick and kicked over the stool, the pail, 
and even the milk-maid herself, all falling on the china 
ground with a great clatter. 

Dorothy was shocked to see that the cow had broken 
her leg short off, and that the pail was lying in several 
small pieces, while the poor milk-maid had a nick in her 
left elbow. 

"There!" cried the milk-maid, angrily; "see what you 

have done! My cow has broken her leg, and I must take 

her to the mender's shop and have it glued on again. What 

do you mean by coming here and frightening my cow?" 

"Tm very sorry," returned Dorothy; "please forgive 


But the pretty milk-maid was much too vexed to 
make any answer. She picked up the leg sulkily and led 
her cow away, the poor animal limping on three legs. As 
she left them the milk-maid cast many reproachful glances 



over her shoulder at the clumsy strangers, holding her 
nicked elbow close to her side. 

Dorothy was quite grieved at this mishap. 

"We must be very careful here," said the 
kind-hearted Woodman, "or we may hurt these 
pretty little people so they will never get 
over it." 

A little farther on Dorothy met a most 
beautiful dressed young princess, who stopped 
short as she saw the strangers and started to 
run away. 

Dorothy wanted to see more of the 
Princess, so she ran after her; but the china girl 
cried out, 

"Don't chase me! don't chase me! "- 
She had such a frightened^|ft voice that 
Dorothy stopped and said, .iSB 

"Why not?" 

"Because," answered the princess, also stop- 
ping, a safe distance awat, "if I run I may fall 
down and break myself."|^ 

"But couldn't you be mended?" asked 
the girl. 

"Oh, yes; but one is never so pretty 
after being mended, you know," replied the 

"I suppose not," said Dorothy. 



"Now there is Mr. Joker, one of our clowns," continued 
the china lady, "who is always trying to stand upon his 
head. He has broken himself so often that he is mended 
in a hundred places, and doesn't look at all pretty. Here 
he comes now, so you can see for yourself." 

Indeed, a jolly little Clown now came walking- toward 
them, and Dorothy could see that in spite of his pretty 
clothes of red and yellow and green he was completely 
covered with cracks, running every which way and show- 
ing plainly that he had been mended in many places. 

The Clown put his hands in his pockets, and after 
puffing out his cheeks and nodding his head at them saucily 
he said, 

"My lady fair, 

Why do you stare 
At poor old Mr. Joker ? 

You're quite as stiff 

And prim as if 
You'd eaten up a poker!" 

"Be quiet, sir!" said the princess; "can't you see these 
are strangers, and should be treated with respect?" 

"Well, that's respect, I expect," declared the Clown, 
and immediately stood upon his head. 

"Don t mind Mr. Joker," said the princess to Dorothy; 
"he is considerably cracked in his head, and that makes 
him foolish." 




"Oh, I don't mind him 
a bit," said Dorothy. "But 
you are so beautiful," she 
continued, "that I am sure 
I could love you dearly. 
Won't you let me carry 
you back to Kansas and 
stand you on Aunt 
Em's mantle-shelf ? 
I could carry you in 
my basket." 

"That would 
make me very un- 
happy," answered 
the china princess. 
"You see, here in our 
own country we live 
contentedly, and can 
talk and move around 
as we please. But 



whenever any of us are taken away our joints at once 
stiffen, and we can only stand straight and look pretty. 
Of course that is all that is expected of us when we are on 
mantle-shelves and cabinets and drawing-room tables, but 
our lives are much pleasanter here in our own country." 

"I would not make you unhappy for all the world!" 
exclaimed Dorothy; "so I'll just say good-bye." 

"Good-bye," replied the princess. 
They walked carefully through the china country. 
The little animals and all the people scampered out of 
their w^ay, fearing the strangers would break them, and 
after an hour or so the travellers reached the other side of 
the country and came to another china wall. 

It was not as high as the first, however, and by 
standing upon the Lion's back they all managed to scram- 
ble to the top. Then the Lion gathered his legs under 
him and jumped on the wall; but just as he jumped he 
upset a china church with his tail and smashed it all to 

"That was too bad," said Dorothy, "but really I think 
we were lucky in not doing these little people more harm 
than breaking a cow's leg and a church. They are all so 

"They arc, indeed," said the Scarecrow, "and I am 
thankful I am made of straw and cannot be easily damaged. 
There are worse things in the world than being a Scare- 





Climbing- down from 
the china wall the 
travellers found 
themselves in a disagreeable 
country, full of bog;s and marshes 
and covered with tall, rank g;rass. 
It was difficult to walk far without 
falling- into muddy holes, for the 
grass was so thick that it hid them from sight. However, 
by carefully picking their way, they got safely along until 
they reached solid ground. But here the 
country seemed wilder than ever, and after 
a long and tiresome walk through the under- 
brush they entered another forest, where 


the trees were bigger and older than any they had ever 

"This forest is perfectly delightful," declared the Lion, 
looking around him with joy; "never have I seen a more 
beautiful place." 

"It seems gloomy," said the Scarecrow. 

"Not a bit of it," answered the Lion; "I should like 
to live here all my life. See how soft the dried leaves are 
under your feet and how rich and green the moss is that 
clings to these old trees. Surely no wild beast could wish 
a pleasanter home." 

"Perhaps there are wild beasts in the forest now," said 

"I suppose there are," returned the Lion; "but I do 
not see any of them about." 

They walked through the forest until it became too 
dark to go any farther. Dorothy and Toto and the Lion 
lay down to sleep, while the Woodman and the Scare- 
crow kept watch over them as usual. 

When morning came they started again. Before 
they had gone far they heard a low rumble, as of the growl- 
ing of many wild animals., Toto whimpered a little but 
none of the others was frightened and they kept along the 
well-trodden path until they came to an opening in the 
wood, in which were gathered hundreds of beasts of every 
variety. There were tigers and elephants and bears and 
wolves and foxes and all the others in the natural history, 



and for a moment Dorothy was afraid. But the Lion ex- 
plained that the animals were holding a meeting-, and he 
judged by their snarling and growling that they were in 
great trouble. 

As he spoke several of the beasts caught sight of him, 
and at once the great assemblage hushed as if by magic. 
The biggest of the tigers came up to the Lion and bowed, 
saying, _ 

"Welcome, O King of 
Beasts! You have come in 
good time to fight our enemy 
and bring peace to all the 
animals of the forest once 

"What is your trouble?" 
asked the Lion, quietly. 

"W^e are all threatened," 
answered the tiger, "by a 
fierce enemy which has lately 
come into this 
forest. It is a 
most tremendous 
monster, like a 
great spider, with 
a body as big as 
an elephant and 
legs as long as a*i 


tree trunk. It has eight of these long legs, and as the 
monster crawls through the forest he seizes an animal with 
a leg and drags it to his mouth, where he eats it as a 
spider does a fly. Not one of us is safe while this fierce 
creature is alive, and we had called a meeting to decide 
how to take care of ourselves when you came among us." 
The Lion thought for a moment. 

"Are there any other lions in this forest?" he asked. 

"No; there were some, but the monster has eaten them 
all. And, besides, they were none of them nearly so large 
and brave as you." 

"If I put an end to your enemy will you bow down to 
me and obey me as King of the Forest?" enquired the 

"We will do that gladly," returned the tiger; and all 
the other beasts roared with a mighty roar: "We will!" 

"Where is this great spider of yours now?" asked the 

"Yonder, among the oak trees," said the tiger, pointing 
with his fore-foot." 

"Take good care of these friends of mine," said the 
Lion, "and I will go at once to fight the monster." 

He bade his comrades good-bye and marched proudly 
away to do battle with the enemy. 

The great spider was lying asleep when the Lion 
found him, and it looked so ugly that its foe turned up his 
nose in disgust. It's legs were quite as long as the tiger 


had said, and it's body covered with coarse black hair. It 
had a great mouth, with a row of sharp teeth a foot long; 
but its head was joined to the pudgy body by a neck as 
slender as a wasp's waist. This gave the Lion a hint of 
the best way to attack the creature, and as he knew it was 
easier to fight it asleep than awake, he gave a great spring 
and landed directly upon the monster's back. Then, with 
one blow of his heavy paw, all armed with sharp claws, he 
knocked the spider's head from its body. Jumping down, 
he watched it until the long legs stopped wiggling, when 
he knew it was quite dead. 

The Lion went back to the opening where the beasts 
of the forest were waiting for him and said, proudly, 
"You need fear your enemy no longer." 

Then the beasts bowed down to the Lion as their 
King, and he promised to come back and rule over them 
as soon as Dorothy was safely on her way to Kansas. 

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passed throug-h the rest of the 
forest in safety, and when they 
came out from its gloom saw before them 
a steep hill, covered from top to bottom 
with great pieces of rock. 
"That will be a hard climb," said the Scarecrow, "but 
we must get over the hill, nevertheless." 

So he led the way and the others followed. They 
had nearly reached the first rock when they heard a rough 
voice cry out, 
I "Keep back!" 

"Who are you?" asked the Scarecrow. Then a head 



showed itself over the rock and the same voice said, 

"This hill belongs to us, and we don't allow anyone to 
cross it." 

"But we must cross it," said the Scarecrow. "We're 
going" to the country of the Quadlings." 

"But you shall not!" replied the voice, and there 
stepped from behind the rock the strangest man the 
travellers had ever seen. 

He was quite short and stout and had a big head, 
which was flat at the top and supported by a thick neck 
full of wrinkles. But he had no arms at all, and, seeing 
this, the Scarecrow did not fear that so helpless a 
creature could prevent them from climbing the hill. So 
he said, 

"I'm sorry not to do as you wish, but we must pass 
over your hill whether you like it or not," and he walked 
boldly forward. 

As quick as lightning the man's head shot forward 
and his neck stretched out until the top of the head, where 
it was flat, struck the Scarecrow in the middle and sent 
him tumbling, over and over, down the hill. Almost as 
quickly as it came the head went back to the body, and the 
man laughed harshly as he said, 

"It isn't as easy as you think! " 

A chorous of boisterous laughter came from the other 
rocks, and Dorothy saw hundreds of the armless Hammer- 
Heads upon the hillside, one behind every rock. 

The Head shot forward and struck the Scarecroic." 


The Lion became quite angry at the laughter caused 
by the Scarecrow's mishap, and giving" a loud roar that 
echoed like thunder he dashed up the hill. 

Again a head shot swiftly out, and the great Lion 
went rolling down the hill as if he had been struck by a 
cannon ball. 

Dorothy ran down and helped the Scarecrow to his 
feet, and the Lion came up to her, feeling rather bruised 
and sore, and said, 

"It is useless to fight people with shooting heads; no 
one can withstand them." 

"What can we do, then? " she asked. 

"Call the Winged Monkeys," suggested the Tin Wood- 
man; "you have still the right to command them once 

"Very well," she answered, and putting on the Golden 
Cap she uttered the magic words. The Monkeys were as 
prompt as ever, and in a few moments the entire band 
stood before her. 

"What are your commands?" enquired the King- of 
the Monkeys, bowing low. 

"Carry us over the hill to the country of the Quad- 
lings," answered the girl. 

"It shall be done," said the King, and at once the 
Winged Monkeys caught the four travellers and Toto up 
in their arms and flew away with them. As they passed 
over the hill the Hammer-Heads yelled with vexation, and 


shot their heads high in the air; but they could not reach 
the Winged Monkeys, which carried Dorothy and her 
comrades safely over the hill and set them down in the 
beautiful country of the Quadlings. 

"This is the last time you can summon us," said the 
leader to Dorothy; "so good-bye and good luck to you." 

"Good-bye, and thank you very much," returned the 
girl; and the Monkeys rose into the air and were out of 
sight in a twinkling. 

The country of the Quadlings seemed rich and happy. 
There was field upon field of ripening grain, with well- 
paved roads running between, and pretty rippling brooks 
with strong bridges across them. The fences and houses 
and bridges were all painted bright red, just as they had 
been painted yellow in the country of the Winkies and 
blue in the country of the Munchkins. The Quadlings 
themselves, who were short and fat and looked chubby 
and good natured, were dressed all in red, which showed 
bright against the green grass and the yellowing grain. 

The Monkeys had set them down near a farm house, 
and the four travellers walked up to it and knocked at the 
door. It was opened by the farmer's wife, and when 
Dorothy asked for something to eat the woman gave them 
all a good dinner, with three kinds of cake and four kinds 
of cookies, and a bowl of milk for Toto. 

"How far is it to the Castle of Glinda?" asked the 



"It is not a great way," answered the farmer's wife. 
"Take the road to the South and you will soon reach it," 

Thanking the good woman, they started afresh and 
walked by the fields and across the pretty bridges until 
they saw before them a very beautiful Castle. Before the 
gates were three young girls, dressed in handsome red uni- 
forms trimmed with gold braid; and as Dorothy ap- 
proached one of them said to her, 

"Why have you come to the South Country?" 

"To see the Good Witch who rules here," she answered. 
"Will you take me to her?" 

"Let me have your name and I will ask Glinda if she 
will receive you." They told who they were, and the girl 
soldier went into the Castle. After a few moments she 
came back to say that j|.^^^ th^-||te^e^#; 
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they went to see Glinda, however, 
they were taken to a room of the 
Castle, where Dorothy washed her 
^^^^^^^^ face and combed her hair, and the 
\(^ Lion shook the dust out of his mane, 

and the Scarecrow patted himself into his best 
shape, and the Woodman polished his tin and 
oiled his joints. 

When they were all quite presentable they followed 
the soldier girl into a big room where the Witch Glinda 
sat upon a throne of rubies. 


She was both beautiful and young- to their eyes. Her 
hair was a rich red in color and fell in flowing ringlets over 
her shoulders. Her dress was pure white; but her eyes 
were blue, and they looked kindly upon the little girl. 

''What can I do for you, my child?" she asked. 
Dorothy told the Witch all her story; how the cyclone 
had brought her to the Land of Oz, how she had found 
her companions, and of the wonderful adventures they had 
met with. 

"My greatest wish now," she added, **is to get back to 
Kansas, for Aunt Em will surely think something dreadful 
has happened to me, and that will make her put on mourn- 
ing; and unless the crops are better this year than they 
were last I am sure Uncle Henry cannot afford it." 

Glinda leaned forward and kissed the sweet, upturned 
face of the loving little girl. 

"Bless you dear heart," she said, "I am sure I can tell 
you of a way to get back to Kansas." Then she added: 

"But, if I do, you must give me the Golden Cap." 

"Willingly!" exclaimed Dorothy; "indeed, it is of no 
use to me now, and when you have it you can command 
the Winged Monkeys three times." 

"And I think I shall need their service just those three 
times," answered Glinda, smiling. 

Dorothy then gave her the Golden Cap, and the 
Witch said to the Scarecrow, 

"What will you do when Dorothy has left us? " 

You must give me the Golden Cap.' 


"I will return to the Emerald City," he replied, "for 
Oz has made me its ruler and the people like me. The 
only thing- that worries me is how to cross the hill of the 

"By means of the Golden Cap I shall command the 
Winged Monkeys to carry you to the gates of the Emerald 
City," said Glinda, "for it would be a shame to deprive the 
people of so wonderful a ruler." 

"Am I really wonderful?" asked the Scarecrow. 

"You are unusual," replied Glinda. 
Turning to the Tin Woodman, she asked: 

"What will become of you when Dorothy leaves this 

He leaned on his axe and thought a moment. Then 
he said, 

"The Winkies were very kind to me, and wanted me 
to rule over them after the Wicked Witch died. I am 
fond of the Winkies, and if I could get back again to the 
country of the West I should like nothing better than to 
rule over them forever." 

"My second command to the Winged Monkeys," said 
Glinda, "will be that they carry you safely to the land of 
the Winkies. Your brains may not be so large to look at 
as those of the Scarecrow, but you are really brighter than 
he is when you are well polished and I am sure you will 
rule the Winkies wisely and well." 

Then the Witch looked at the big, shaggy Lion and 



"When Dorothy has returned to her own home, what 
will become of you?" 

"Over the hill of the Hammer-Heads," he answered, 
"lies a grand old forest, and all the beasts that live there 
have made me their King. If I could only get back to this 
forest I would pass my life very happily there." 

"My third command to the Winged Monkeys," said 
Glinda, "shall be to carry you to your forest. Then, hav- 
ing used up the powers of the Golden Cap, I shall give it 
to the King of the Monkeys, that he and his band may 
thereafter be free for evermore." 

The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion 
now thanked the Good Witch earnestly for her kindness, 
and Dorothy exclaimed. 


"You are certainly as good as you are beautiful! But 
you have not yet told me how to get back to Kansas." 

"Your Silver Shoes will carry you over the desert," 
replied Glinda. "If you had known their power you could 
have gone back to your Aunt Em the very first day you 
came to this country." 

"But then I should not have had my wonderful brains!" 
cried the Scarecrow, "I might have passed my whole life 
in the farmer's cornfield." 

"And I should not have had my lovely heart," said the 
Tin Woodman. "I might have stood and rusted in the 
forest till the end of the world." 

"And I should have lived a coward forever," de- 
clared the Lion, "and no beast in all the forest would have 
had a good word to say to me." 

"This is all true," said Dorothy, " and I am glad I was 
of use to these good friends. But now that each of them 
has had what he most desired, and each is happy in having 
a kingdom to rule beside, I think I should like to go back 
to Kansas." 

"The Silver Shoes," said the Good Witch, "have 
wonderful powers. And one of the most curious things 
about them is that they can carry you to any place in the 
world in three steps, and each step will be made in the 
wink of an eye. All you have to do is to knock the heels 
together three times and command the shoes to carry you 
wherever you wish to go." 



''If that is so," said the child, joyfully, "I will ask them 
to carry me back to Kansas at once." 

She threw her arms around the Lion's neck and kissed 
him, patting- his big- head tenderly. Then she kissed the 
Tin Woodman, who was weeping- in a way most dang-erous 
to his joints. But she hug^ged the soft, stuffed body of the 
Scarecrow in her arms instead of kissing- his painted face, 
and found she was crying herself at this sorrowful parting 
from her loving- comrades. 

Glinda the Good stepped down from her ruby throne 
to give the little girl a good-bye kiss, and Dorothy thanked 
her for all the kindness she had shown to her friends and 

Dorothy now took Toto up solemnly in her arms, and 
having said one last good-bye she clapped the heels of her 
shoes together three times, saying, 

"Take mc home to Aunt Em!" 

Instantly she was whirling through the 
air, so swiftly that all she could see or feci 
was the wind w^histling past her ears. 

The Silver Shoes took but three steps, 
and then she stopped so suddenly that she 
rolled over upon the grass several times 
before she knew where she was. 


At length, however, she sat up and looked about her. 
"Good gracious! " she cried. 

For she was sitting on the broad Kansas prairie, and 
just before her was the new farm-house Uncle Henry built 
after the cyclone had carried away the old one. Uncle 
Henry was milking the cows in the barnyard, and Toto 
had jumped out of her arms and was running toward the 
barn, barking joyously. 

Dorothy stood up and found she was in her stocking- 
feet. For the Silver Shoes had fallen off in her flight 
through the air, and were lost forever in the desert. 


out of the house to water the cab- 
bages when she looked up and 
saw Dorothy running- toward her. 
"My darhng- child!" she cried, folding the little girl in 
her arms and covering her face with kisses; "where in 
the world did you come from? " 

"From the Land of Oz," said Dorothy, gravely. "And 
here is Toto. too. And oh, Aunt Em! I'm so glad to be at 
home again! " 

nERE ends the story of 'The "Wonderful 
Wizard of Oz/* which was written by 
L. Frank Baum and illustrated by "William 
Wallace Denslow. The engravings were made 
by the Illinois Engraving Company, the paper 
was supplied by I>wight Brothers Paper Com- 
pany, and Messrs. A, R. Barnes & Company 
printed the book for the publishers, the George 
M. Hill Company, completing it on the fif- 
teenth day of May, in the year nineteen